
The view from our front porch, peeling paint and all. That charming, 1860s Victorian belongs to our friends Karen and Steve. I took this one a week ago last Sunday, after a shower.
The next one I shot late yesterday, from the top of our back steps.

I love that view. After a summer rain, with shreds of cloud tangled in the trees like that, I think it looks just magical. I fell in love with my back porch the first time I sat there, about nineteen-years ago.
Hardware problems have kept me from updating, recently, but with those resolved
hopefully I have righted myself and things will be drifting back to normal.
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