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My Humble Morning Walk

 

Well, I am a bit chagrined. After seeing the alpine beauty of Dirk's place HERE, our crowded urban environment seems so congested! But nevertheless, every place has it pluses and minuses, and we all try to find a place that suits us. Being averse to cold and wet places, Southern California coastal breezes suit us just fine.


We walked in a small corner of San Diego that's not far from our home, but cut off by reason of steep hills, century-old road vectors and curves that make taking the longer, easier route more appealing. But for a walk, it was great. Notice how the mature trees dominate the homes!



This tree has taken over, and an even larger pine in the back has dropped at least a foot of needles on the roof of this recluse's hideaway. There were plenty of "Stay out" signs in the alley warning us not to mess with his hoard of goodies, not to trespass, and not to take anything. So I didn't take a picture in the back, just in the front. From the sidewalk:



From across the road:



We found a nearly-vacant lot with only chickens living on it



Obviously this is the neighborhood for people who swear off hedge trimmers and gardeners! It doesn't look like AT&T has been here to check the phone lines either -- there is a telephone pole in the midst of that growth.



A classic bungalow, albeit a bit sun-burnt, sits up at the top of this block.



In front of another house from the same era, my wife found a Free Little Library and I got a nicely-framed, double-angle portrait as she browsed.


For a few blocks all we noticed were the flowers & insects.












A view across the canyon reveals the steepness of some of the streets. The houses are relatively new, and built here only when land prices made the vertical challenges worthwhile.



And we are reminded this is Southern California, near the beach both here and 



here.



I then started to notice the vehicles... this Ford Falcon could have been a surf-mobile in the Sixties



This Jacked-Up Jeep promises off-road competence, but can it deliver



like a Dodge Power Wagon can, when the going gets rough?



Speaking of heavy iron, this caught my eye as it cruised past...



We were high up, amidst newer homes, more modern homes. Let's say mid-century to Seventies. Maybe even newer, and with a Palm Springs vibe.





Here's the view from their front sidewalk. Sorry it was such a grey morning.



We walked one more house and stopped to gawk at the garage door made of colorful wood. Neighbor across the street came out to collect his trash cans, and we said "We're not loitering, just admiring the garage door" He said, "Guess it's alright if you don't have to look at it all day, like I do" and went inside. As we were heading back down the hill, "the lady of the house" came out and asked if she could help us (having seen my camera), and we said no, just looking at the door. 

She said "Yes, I just had that done during Covid by an artist who said it would brighten up the house."  

"Is it just paint? Not wood?"

"Just paint." 




Then we talked a bit more, I noticed the details on her house and asked if our home's architect had designed hers as well. Indeed, he had. We parted on friendly terms and headed back to the car. 
My wife was making notes on her phone: 

Mike -> Paint garage door.







No birds or lizards today.



Thanks for walking with us.

Cazalea

The Watch!



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