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The green safety railings mirror the grid.



NOTE: The building Haven website says 

"In old English, a haven was an inlet providing shelter for ships or boats; a harbor or a small port. It was a place of refuge from the storms, a place to gather together, to share and to prepare for the travels ahead. 

Haven Point Loma is a community of like-minded souls growing, loving and living together. Haven is a home, a resting place from studies or work and a vivacious collection of humans seeking betterment.”

Sample vivacious tenants (?) obviously seeking betterment of their tans at the beach a few blocks away … rents from $1475-2900.  

We walked into the "Central social plain to meet and hang with your neighbors”  and the architectural theme is clear from inside as well. 



A different angle on things...

Moving on, do you suppose the owner of this car lives in that apartment? I have to confess this is the most garish front end I’ve seen in many years. Notice the windshield screen and license plate.



Notice the low-budget windshield screen and nearly identical license plate!



Notice the home-made matching red plastic windshield screen complete with beaded necklace, over peeling red paint.



Notice the windshield screen’s folding corrugations, over peeling red paint (again?).



Notice the windshield screen’s twin hoops. A bit sloppy, I think.




Notice the windshield screen’s mirrored sunglasses. No one is living here, nothing to see, move along now.



OK, back to the architecture. My wife calls this slump block. It’s a late Forties/Fifties thing. Looks a bit messy, 

but not nearly as messy as the retaining wall next door.




While immediately across the street from these two places we saw this — an apartment generation gap!

Coming back to the old side of the street, it’s amazing what catches our eyes in the midst of so many details.

Please continue on to Part 2.

PS - The watch!

Here’s an old guy who has lived long enough to know there’s no use rushing to a red light.



This fellow came out of the hedge on a skateboard, pulling his pants up … I thought he was headed for school, but no, he went about 50 feet, opened a car door and was handed a joint. 

We walked past,  through the cloud (but didn't inhale).

Presumably there is a Dog on that leash, walking its Owner.



The Homer Simpsons inside this Ford pickup caught my eye first, then the Through-the-Hood security chain,



only later did I notice the absence of some sheet metal… and the misfitting camper shell … 



and then a trailer. 

NO, there’s no one living here, move along.



Another rusty Ford, another optimist.



Yet another rusty white Ford, also for sale, also an optimist — he only wants $10k for it.

Looking at the few houses between the apartment buildings, we see a tiny place that’s barely hanging together, on a very narrow lot which stretches back to this garage...

Across the parking lot, sitting barefooted in the morning sunshine, a transplant from South Carolina is working on a few guitar riffs, guided by his phone.



The hummingbirds are listening.



And they seem annoyed; probably lamenting those good old days of rock ’n roll. 

Across the street, things are looking up (architecturally)

Copper roof caps 

My wife said “Mariner’s Cove” used to have a Hawaiian  name, hence the palm trees and tropical theme? I think so too.



As we reach the car, I have a chance to practice my close-to-far focus tricks. Here the bush,