on chimes, colors and a character of notoriety

So Saturday delivers an exceptional –and exceptionally rare — treat of sunshine and brilliant cloudless blue sky.

I cannot express or emphasize enough the uplifting of mood that the freedom from the constant cold damp gray brings.

So I grab the camera for a stroll through Tacoma’s historic North End district of fine homes ranging from bungalows to mansions. The walk delights my senses and feeds my sensibilities so so starved for light and color. I let feet and mind wander and photograph whatever catches my eye. Come along.

Not only is the sun out but there’s a rare blustery breeze from the north. I like wind chimes as much as the next person. This dancing dozen, nearly, are audible a block away.

I count nine. I feel sorry for the neighbors. Any connection between the chiming and for-rent sign?

The architecture in this part of town is so varied and interesting. (I can easily see myself as an architect in another lifetime.) Love the style and Easter-egg pastel green of this house.

And looooooove the burgundy door!

Do not care for the matching drapes.

Fences make good neighbors. I’ve never fully understood, neither shared in, the appeal of white picket fences.

For a while I ponder that and fences in general and of course then notice every fence I pass. Then I have a good chuckle when I come upon this:

What are the chances?! The gentleman and I get to chatting. Natch we talk about fences. He cut and stained every one of those posts, numbering well into the hundreds, and he’s still not done. His dog — forget the name, something regal like Duke — and I engage in tossing of the tennis ball.

Momentary life with a dog, blue skies and sun feel normal, healthy and healing for me. We part company. Onward.

That’s some pink house!

And yellow — none too mellow:

This white house stands in stark contrast to surrounding houses in mostly muted earth tones and is accented further by the brilliant blue sky. I see a face. Can you see the big bold eyes? Any moment those eyelashes should flutter:

Love the shape of roof over the porch!

No tour, neither life, in Tacoma is complete without a visit to the former home of Ted Bundy, the famous serial killer. He lived here from his toddler years into adulthood. The university where he preyed upon women is just up the road.

His stepfather and mother continued residing here long after his execution. All those years and his mother never consented to an interview. I’ve met people who know the Bundys. They say his stepfather was a quiet man who kept to himself and was seen mowing the lawn and stuff.

Rumor is she’s in a nursing home now and the stepfather died recently. The home sold in 2009.

Imagine living in a home of a notorious serial killer. You’d have to expect the occasional passerby with camera as part of the deal.

That concludes the tour.


12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kloppenmum
    Feb 22, 2011 @ 18:24:43

    What a cool range of houses. I totally agree about the picket fences and the curtains matching the door – not my kinda thing at all!


    • allycatadventures
      Feb 22, 2011 @ 19:13:31

      @kloppenmum – And that’s just a smidge of the cool houses! Not a cheap area but the best in town for strolling, imho. I’ll be sure to snap more for ya next time the weather draws me forth. πŸ™‚ Yeah, I was really jazzed about that house with the burgundy door … then I saw the matching drapes and boy did the balloon deflate! ;0


  2. kloppenmum
    Feb 22, 2011 @ 19:53:07

    Look forward to seeing your next lot of pics. I should do the same, perhaps?


  3. countrybydesign
    Feb 22, 2011 @ 20:26:27

    Thanks for the lovely home tour. I love to drive through old towns to look at the house. Unfortunately, I would have to walk at least 10 miles to get as many pics as you did. Don’t see that happening any time soon. I love the variety and the colors. No cookie cutters here. More, please!


    • allycatadventures
      Feb 23, 2011 @ 12:09:19

      @CbD – Long time no see! Nice to see you. “Unfortunately, I would have to walk at least 10 miles to get as many pics as you did.” – lol, I’ll bet! You’re right, no cookie cutters there. Blocks and blocks of homes and huge old trees along the streets make for about the best residential stroll in town. I’ll be sure to snap more.


  4. countrybydesign
    Feb 22, 2011 @ 20:27:42

    P.S. I love the new banner and theme, too.


  5. inaformerlifeanexpat
    Feb 23, 2011 @ 03:59:59

    What happened to that teaching gig you said you landed?


  6. fotografzahl
    Feb 24, 2011 @ 01:53:58

    That was really an interesting tour!
    Love the different styles compared to our homes here in Germany.


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