View allAll Photos Tagged greenful
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
I made this and another puppet (Scary Lady Liberty - seated in the car) three years ago. The signs are very easy to change. Unfortunately, I was behind another puppet (mild mannered ur-man) while taking all the pictures shown here. Encumbered, I missed wandering, seeing and picturing a lot
of great stuff.
Umekoji steam locomotive musium is the only one regular live steam locomotive musium in Japan, located inside of the delta area between Tokaido (JR-Kyoto) line ,Sann-inn (Sagano) line and shortcut passage for freight trains through the Tokaido and Sann-inn lines.
The east side of SL musium is a public park "Umekoji-Koen" the greenful area in the middle of Kyoto city, and SL musium has about 1 kilometer of exhibitio drive railroad by the south edge of the park, just going along by Tokaido and Sann-inn lines for nearby Kyoto station districts. In the weekend, the exhibition train runs this course making a round trip, about 3 times in a day.
The live SL pavillion has a round sector style garage for the live and retired SLs and turntable at the center of the garage.
You can see one red diesel locomotive in the left end of the picture, that is a removal equipment for the retired SLs.