Hi, neighbor.
I walk around here a lot.

These are some of the houses, streets, yards, views and other things I've noticed along the way.

I'm Andrew. I live nearby, work in real estate, and like houses probably more than is reasonable.

That roofline.

I've walked past this house dozens of times and still love the way the roof almost disappears behind the trees.

This is one of those lots where the house placement makes the backyard feel twice as large.

The side entrance is what makes this one interesting. Depending on the interior layout, there may be a second-unit or house-hack angle here.

Four and a bit miles, mostly the old grid. The sidewalks on this stretch are terrible and the tree canopy is worth it anyway.

Hand-painted, repainted, and repainted again. The brass has been polished by thirty years of hands and nothing else.

Still there, still brass, no longer used. The ivy is winning slowly and politely.

Eighteen feet wide, give or take, wedged between two much older neighbors.

No lawn. Hollyhocks over the gate, a stepping-stone path that gave up on being straight.

New windows stacked on the lawn, old siding gone, original board sheathing out in the weather for the first time in a century.