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I just love the colour combo of the poppy and veronica which I spotted on a neighbourhood walk. The homeowner told me that each year she purposely sprinkles poppy seeds in between certain flowers to get varied combinations of colours and shapes. I always enjoy talking with her just as much as taking pictures of her flowers.
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Many practical homeowners in Denver, Colorado eschew the traditional grass lawn in favor of xerophytic garden or ground covers with highlights of colorful flowers. And, many of the gardens are spectacular.
We stayed in a beautiful 126-year old Airbnb rental home with not a blade of grass in front of the home. But the blooming ground covers and brilliant poppies, growing in the shade of the tall trees, were wonderful to behold.
This homeowner is taking ‘Boat Planter’ to a whole new elitist level. I have seen rowboats and canoes made into planters, but this motorboat is a first. It is hard to tell what year it is because all the interior appointments are covered with dirt. I looked up Starfire and they make several varieties ... hard top, soft top, no top and yachts. This is probably a ‘no top’... at least it is now. I’m guessing a model made in the 1980’s. The nice thing about fiberglass is that it stands up to the weather. I am afraid they are going to try to steal the market away from my ‘Garbage Truck Planters’, which frankly are not selling too well. Someone spread a wicked rumor that they are trashy.
If you are interested in the flowers, I think the plants are Impatients. Any corrections are welcome. Have a nice weekend.
Just because I love finding Halloween decorated houses & yards
Am not sure you can see them but these homeowners even put smaller skeletons in each of the windows flower boxes
Excerpt from www.atlasobscura.com/places/wood-cake-house:
This home in Toronto’s Seaton Village neighborhood is completely covered in thousands of coins, corks, glass beads, and small wooden pucks called “wood cakes.” And if that wasn’t enough, the unique decor carries over onto the homeowner’s car, which is known as the “bug mobile” and you can often find parked out front.
After suffering a career-ending spinal injury in 1994, homeowner Albino Carreira was looking for something to keep him occupied while he recovered. He started small by decorating his mailbox with small glass beads. When the mailbox was covered, Carreira put some decorations on the house’s porch. You might say things have escalated since then. The front of the house, the walkway leading to it, the front porch and garden, the sides of the house, and even the backyard and garage are covered in unwanted toys and knick-knacks.
The Wood Cake House was profiled on Weird Homes in 1997. It was named the City’s Best Eccentric Garden in 1998, and one of Toronto’s most unusual houses in 2016. Neighbors and visitors alike can be seen stopping in front of the house to revel at the quirky house and enjoy a moment of kitsch.
I spotted this very pretty tulip garden on a neighbourhood walk last spring. I was thrilled that the homeowner gave me permission to take this image and we had a really nice visit. A memorable day!
Thank you for your views and comments, much appreciated! Have a great day!
These homeowners have created landscaping on their country property as beautiful as just about any that I have seen. I paused here on May 16, 2018 for some photos while returning home from the Big Boy Cruise-in at nearby Brooklyn, a pleasant small town in southeast Michigan's Jackson County.
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No dark cloud on the horizon daunts you when you know you own a home to share with someone you are in love with
Homeowner has fright? Hmm...I'll have to work on that one!
After 2 trips during the early part of the storm on Saturday, I vowed not to leave the house again. I crocheted the rest of the day while listening to the Nutcracker on vinyl and drinking bourbon spiked hot chocolate.
After I was already in bed, I realized I had to get something out of the car. I'm glad I was forced to go out because the sky was this amazing shade of orange and everything was coated in ice. The wind was blowing the trees sounded like a million ice cubes clinking in a glass. It was magical.
Even yet you’re profitable for homeowners insurance , we substantially wish we won’t have to use it. Short of a break-in, bursting pipes, or a kitchen inferno, we mainly will go years though wanting to ring adult your agent.
DEAR HONORABLE PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA,
The pictured above realtor signage are engulfing my street and neighborhood.
PLEASE, Sir, place on the agenda an urgency and high priority of HOUSING ECONOMICS, so that the young and the retired senior citizen homeowners can stay in their prized possessions....their hard owned homes.
Thank you.
Below, is one the many sad scenes that I have witnessed this year. Please let me share it with you.
Thank you for your compassion, and congratulations on your election.
FORECLOSURE...FORECLOSURE....FORECLOSURE.....FORECLOSURE
by
James Hiram Malone
TODAY IS TUESDAY. Atlanta's sun beams brightly down on a displaced furniture pile on the front lawn of a family's residence. The mountainous array of items evicted from the now empty house have no privacy. A great big Atlanta blue sky is the roof over the household personal belongings.
YESTERDAY WAS MONDAY. Every piece of the now open-air furniture was neatly and functionally arranged in that now abandoned seven room house. The sleep-good full size bed, matching dresser, and the chest of drawers that passers-by gawk at, once held fort in a ten foot by twelve foot upstairs bedroom. Nearby, on the grass, an electric alarm clock, whose face reflects the sun rays is set at six am as it was on the family's night table.
TODAY, TUESDAY, the open door refrigerator is bringing slow death of the freezer foods. Water drains like life's blood from the box and vapor steams wave to the waiting sky. The popular king-pin refrigerator that once coolly cornered the nine by nine foot kitchen succumbs to the heat of the day.
The leaning-on-the-side stove fizzes an aroma of gas that escapes from a dangling unplugged coil outlet. Circling flies engage in fierce battle as they hover over food remnants on dishpan plates. A laundry basket longing for soapsuds testifies that this home dweller was taken by surprise.
A tossed-on-its-back lounger, crushed under the impact of pots, pans and table lamps, misses being in that thirteen by thirteen foot living room in front of that TV set. And this unplugged TV electronic device screen now reflects and focuses all-day news to the pedestrians gawking at the front lawn's disarray. This is the picture of the tragedy of a family that got lost in the budget crunch economy and received foreclosure notice and was evicted to the streets.
A round dining room table strained with books, jars, cleaning supplies remembers being loaded down with plates of food in that nine by nine foot dining room. And especially on holidays. Unopened gallon cans of beige interior wall paint, a hammer, nails, screwdriver will not decorate and repair the house, scatter leisurely on the lawn. An ironing board, relaxes forlornly under the heat of the sun. Various brands of alcoholic beverage bottles and glasses lay huddle together, ready for another Saturday night party.
Flung-out-of-the-closets, mother-of-the-house dresses and father-of-the house suits lay wrinkled on top of an empty bookcase. Walking, jogging and playing family shoes lay inactive in the corner of the lawn. Ripped-from-the-windows, curtains, shades, now not giving privacy to household items, resign themselves in the shrubberies.
Pages of photo album leap out family memories onto the lawn. Baby Molly's first steps and grandma's birthday. Children's dolls, trains, checkers say “Come play with me!” Banged-up card table and scattered playing cards miss Uncle Joe's laughing, “I bid six!”
Broken picture frames, flower pots, and spilled prescription medicines onto the lawn suggest the movers were not sympathetic in evicting the family.
Pedestrians and motorists later seeing the AUCTION sign, mutter, “Ain't it a shame,” knowing full well that FORECLOSURE can happen to them without a moment's notice.
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a little house wren has decided to make her home in the nesting box down in the peach tree on our front lawn.
Late yesterday afternoon, I just needed to get out for a short while and so drove my usual short route SW of the city. As so often happens when I go in that direction, even though the weather forecast was good, the dark clouds blew in and the light became too poor to take photos. A few photos did come out OK, including this one of a female Tree Swallow, but after a few photos of the usual birds - Mountain Bluebirds, Snipe and Tree Swallow, I left for home.
"Handsome aerialists with deep-blue iridescent backs and clean white fronts, Tree Swallows are a familiar sight in summer fields and wetlands across northern North America. They chase after flying insects with acrobatic twists and turns, their steely blue-green feathers flashing in the sunlight. Tree Swallows nest in tree cavities; they also readily take up residence in nest boxes. This habit has allowed scientists to study their breeding biology in detail, and makes them a great addition to many a homeowner’s yard or field." From AllABoutBirds.
Up the creek view of the dam and pumping station on Cincinnati's Mill Creek. The lock to left closes to keep the Ohio River from flooding Cincinnati. Water from Mill Creek is pumped into the Ohio River. The overflow from heavy rain is contaminated with raw sewage. It's a bad deal for many homeowners.
The MNYRO rolls through Spring Glen as seen from the driveway of a friendly homeowner off of Haycock Lane and 2000 West in Spring Glen.
Our homeowners' association held a block party Saturday night to allow the residents a chance to get acquainted. The company and food were both good and conversations lasted until after the moon rise. I had brought out my camera to take photos of three precious babies (those photos yet to come) so when someone noticed the moon rising over the trees I was ready - or as ready as one can be with no tripod nor high powered lens.
I wish you all a good week!
Chris & Kati purchased their first house together.
I swung by after a photoshoot for a local gun shop, and stopping by a buddy's tuner shop.
First visitor - first official photo.
Congrats!
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Homeowner mural on alley off Indian School Road NE in Alvarado Park neighborhood near Uptown in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Charlestown is very pretty and the homeowners are very proud of it as you can see. Everything is so fresh looking!
Homeowners and landscaping contractors drop off trailerloads of broken limbs and fallen branches at Dripping Springs Ranch Park on Monday, February 13th, 2023 in the aftermath of Winter Storm Mara.
Hidden behind trees and a gate in someone's front yard.
The homeowner apparently keeps the gate locked most of the time ..thus I was unable to get a full view.
HWW!
Homeowner mural facing Indian School Road NE in Alvarado Park neighborhood near Uptown in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Homeowner's Associations (HOA) are a uniquely American Invention, that seems un-American. It is a group of people who tell you what you can and can't do on property that you own, and you pay them for the privilege. In exchange for this intrusiveness they are supposed to do things like trim the weeds around the lake. As you can see an epic fail.
Homeowner talking with FDNY Firemen about an electrical issue after power-line was knocked out by tree falling down.
We did it. We bought a house. In San Francisco. It's a bit hard to believe for us as well to own a bit of land on the other side of the world - but we now got the keys in our pockets. There will be a ton more photos of the house, the neighborhood, and the views from the property. Good Bye Russian Hill, Hello lovely Bernalwood.
Homeowner casually cleans his house, using the fleeting rays of sunlight the day has yet to put out.
These homeowners have created landscaping on their country property as beautiful as just about any that I have seen. I paused here on May 16, 2018 for some photos while returning home from the Big Boy Cruise-in at nearby Brooklyn, a pleasant small town in southeast Michigan's Jackson County.
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I’ve been eyeing the neighbors front yard recently, pun intended, in the very early mornings as the sun basks the flowers on an oblique angle creating a soft yet compelling blanket of light.
It’s a little ominous and uncomfortable walking next door and photographing because I cannot directly contact the neighbor for permission. A couple of years ago, the homeowner passed on. I still remember clearly the ambulance taking her away with the sheet covering her entire body, head included.
Her house has been up for sale ever since & with the sagging market, little to no interest has left the place to slowly deteriorate. Her small front lawn looks much like an abandoned field with just the scarcity of a few remaining flowers.
I live on a dead end street with the police station nearby. Our little community has an active neighborhood watch and a fear I had this morning was to have a not so friendly policeman ask what I was doing from a concerned citizens telephone call.
Not two minutes had elapsed, when a van pulled up with both occupants glaring at me sternly. Initially I didn’t even hear the van, but my sixth sense did tell me I was being watched. They left after 10 minutes and thankfully I had no unfriendly visits from a black and white.
I’m rather surprised with the sharpness in this image because it was handheld in diffused light of the morning sun with a relatively slow shutter speed. Getting sharp shots is difficult with a macro lens without a tripod at shutter speeds deemed slow.
Thank you everyone for your comments, fav’s and always your infinite words of inspiration.
[Explore] 06-10-2016 (#48) Thank you so much! You really know how to warm a heart!
Seen at the Skansen Folk Museum in Stockholm. This woman is dressed as a 1920s-30s allotment owner. The hut behind her sits on a garden plot where working class families spent the summer while they tended their allotment gardens.
More information on allotment huts at Skansen can be found here.
An Eastern Hognose found on the crawl going the opposite direction from a homeowner who was very happy to see it go.
“One day you could be a homeowner,” he said grasping at the door that wasn’t his but was in a mercurial dream. The door was whispering that he did not own property.
“You don’t own property,” said the duplex. “You’ll never own your own space, loser.”
The young man stood as if to ignore a talking duplex in a world that lacked color because the artist made the grand choice of removing it in lightroom. He imagined a great fire dragon attacking the duplex for insulting him but he knew it was true. He couldn’t afford property let alone a duplex.
“Dick,” he said, walking off to photograph more cool looking homes and buildings, unable to afford them but at least he could photograph their soul.
Homeowners and gardeners often spend lots of money removing tree stumps, but there is a better way how to deal with them. You can turn an old tree stump into an attractive flower planter with a bit of diligent wood-working. It could become the highlight of your yard by filling it with colorful...