Fool for France
rear facade before
So this is the back of the house. Notice the wild oats growing up to shoulder height. I am standing in the field as I take this photo. I have lovely roses , those pink dots, and fruit trees: cherries and apricots, I think. I have a lot of work in my future
greenhouse
I think this was a sort of winter garden. It would have let in some afternoon sun and allowed folks to start seedlings with just a little protection from the elements. It’s in pretty bad shape, now. The windows were never good and the roof is going. The only question is whether it will go before we take it down. We may take out the back wall, as well, to open the space to the back yard — garden, must call it garden. Over here a yard is paved, like a prison yard. Anyway, if we want to develop this space it will be nice to have it open to the view. We shall see.
garage before
Some previous owner kept pigs here, lots of pigs. I’m a California girl myself, which is to say I prefer cars to pigs. So the pipe rails, the concrete that holds them in place and the paving below them — cobblestones in places and not much in the way of drainage — will all make way for parking. Too bad I have only one car.

6 Replies to “Demolition derby”

  1. I was with you until the pig house. Leave a relic. You only need room for one car. Its a small car. The pig house is perfect just the way it is.

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  2. Well, thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment, a triumph of photography over reality. If you were to see the actual space, you’d get rid of the pig pens, too. For one thing, the lighting is not that dramatic or the browns that saturated. I wish: I’d move there and leave the house for the next guy. For another, when you are in the barn you just don’t see the pens in that way. They don’t seem monumental at all, just rusty and dirty, a tetanus plague waiting to happen. What you do see is the space. Seriously, everybody who walks in there immediately wants to clear them out and put in housing, a shop, a restaurant, anything else. A garage is about the most prosaic use proposed for the space but it does keep it open and clean. If the next guy wants to start a restaurant I will have done nothing to get in his way. And Erin, look at those walls. Those are pretty good relics, don’t you think?

    The other barn has an old bread oven. I should photograph that. Everyone who sees that says, “Pizza!.” A relic you can use is one worth keeping.

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    1. Yeah, and no fireplaces. The previous owner blocked them. The walls are thick enough that I can take out the fireplaces and just have smooth walls, no tacky bump. Fireplaces are wildly inefficient and I just don’t care for them, so they go. Lots of marble, Brent, free to good home…

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