The house next door is coming down. Our house is old; this house is much older. See the cypress shingles that were under the rusty tin?
I wonder what the view from these upstairs windows looked like when the house was built. I'm sure the landscape was a lot different than the downtown we have now. This house might even have been the first one on the block.
I love the front door's wavy glass.
I would love to go inside and take pictures before it's all torn down, but since it's now officially a demolition site, I don't suppose that will be allowed.
One thing that makes me feel better is that it's being torn down slowly, because someone wants to use the old materials. I'm happy that a hundred years, and probably more, of history aren't being bulldozed.
Goodbye, old house.