Saturday, February 2, 2013

It's 522, and no one's home.


  1. oh, i love this. my head is spinning with stories evoked by the image.

    1. Tara, I've been walking by this house for 26 years, and early on, it caught fire, and was partially burned. Parts of it were initially restored, and then suddenly the rebuilding stopped, and it's sat untouched (or so it seems) for 20+ years. It's situated on a ridge, beside a greenbelt, on a dead-end street, with a spectacular view of Lake Washington and two mountain ranges. For a long time there were two old station wagons parked in front which were filled to the gills with stuff. Sometimes I'd see an old woman ferreting through the bags in the cars. I'm fascinated by it, would love to know more, but rarely see anyone out on that lonely street-end.

  2. So much more evocative than a pristine suburban box.