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.