Look at the roses!  A woman I met while I was making this  picture told me that while certain types of roses love the moist, cool climate of this village less than mile from the coast, other types, such as the Bourbon variety, won’t open at all here.   Of the several times I have photographed this house, this is the first image that has felt right to me, probably because the utility wires mimic the lines of the fence and the road and seem to hold the image together.

Yesterday in Moss Beach.  Many of the homes in this town south of San Francisco are well-kept cottages set in flowery yards. Two things interested me about this outlier–the battered VWs (there were five in all, three buses and two bugs)–and the window curtains, which suggested abandonment.

Spent last weekend in this town in the Sonoma wine country.  Many historic homes surrounding downtown.  This one was showing some wear–one of the things I like best in a house.  Why?  If I could tell you that adequately, I might not have photograph them. Used a tilt-shift lens to bring both the tree and the doorway into focus.