The road ends in my neighborhood. Mountains act like walls, to keep folks in. There are only tiny glimpses of the world below, millions of people, traffic, concrete for miles and miles. Parking is a problem, the roads are narrow.
I have learned precisely how wide my car is, this knowledge has come in very handy.
Every house is unique to each other, some homes were originally constructed in the 1920’s and 30’s and less than 800 square feet.
Others are extravagant and every detail is thoughtfully considered up to the beautiful mailbox.
Yard space is at a premium and most use their yard for their creative expression. I have never lived anywhere like this.
Walking around the neighborhood, admiring everyone’s thoughtful decor, is one of my favorite ways to spend an evening. My boys come home with arms full of “treasures” from leaves, flowers, feathers and rocks to new-found hiding places.
We are moving, in about a month. We have only lived here for a year. It is bittersweet to leave this place behind. There is a lot of promise, vastness, wilderness on the horizon. All of which, I have searched for, for a long time. In many ways, this move is a dream, coming true. But, this canyon and all that lives inside is a treasure worth remembering.
These photographs are just a glimpse and I promise to have more. Documenting this place is therapeutic and feels right. I know I will admire this place for the rest of my life.
Well, maybe this was more than a glimpse. Although, I still have so much to share about this place. I guess that just means it means something to me.