I’ve lived in nondescript subdivisions (beige house, beige house, beige house, lather, rinse, repeat) for most of my adult life. The sameness of my surroundings was like an aerobic workout for my imagination as I worked to notice each difference (Look! Red shutters!) and imagined what life inside each house might be like when I’d walk the neighborhood. The town in which we’re now living is full of history. I enjoy the variety and charm of the homes here, but it is still the quirky little details I see that gives my imagination a workout. Here are a few random shots from my morning’s walk to the bank and grocery store.
Why not take a few pictures the next time you go for that familiar walk around your neighborhood, and share what you see and wonder. I’d love to see `em!