Scenes from this ground.

My garden gate.

My living room view.

The view from town.


Along my walk to downtown.

Downtown from near the grocery.

Looking down on waterbird-feeding from the edge of town.

Even the walls grow flowers here.

Seems a quintessentially English name, really.

Perhaps I will consider rebranding the Bungalow.

I am collecting sweet juxtapositions.

My local-to-be, right around the corner from the house (the river you glimpse at the far right is the same one I see from my living room).

Even windows grow books here.