This post doesn’t have any real connection to yesterday’s. It’s just an opportunity to whip out a couple pictures my grandfather took that I kinda like, but that don’t have any other home in the narrative.
Thought you might enjoy these — especially as a reminder, in this wintry time of year, that there really are four seasons, and the weather isn’t going to be snowy forever, and the dogwoods will bloom in just a couple of months.
My grandpa took these in 1957-58, looking out from (I believe) the rear-facing attic window at 1107 Hope Street. Click for larger versions of the pix if you are so moved.
Back yard in winter.
Back yard in spring, with dogwood in full effect.
Summer. The trees are in leaf, the roses are in bloom, the Yanks are in first, and all is right with the world.
Back yard in autumn.
And back again to a frosty blue winter evening.
Hope Street 