A House of it's Age

Across the street from the house I posted yesterday stands this house. It's a gem. I love the iron, the window tracery, the bowed glass that makes such a strange reflection, the greenery. For a house of it's age, it's in remarkably good condition.


  1. Looks beautful ... I was wondering about the strange reflection.

  2. I'm lucky enough to pass this house several times a week, and after looking at it longer, it seems that the glass isn't bowed after all--it's gone. Replaced by plexiglass, a substance far more likely to curve and bend the light in unexpected ways.