The town that I live in, Painesville, doesn't exactly have the best reputation around these parts. "Economically Depressed" would probably be a euphemistic way of describing it, while "ghetto" might be more appropriate for some of it. And yet, it has it's charms. If you find your self in the right corner of the town, you'll see some of the nicest neighborhoods in the area. Not "nice" in the sense of million dollar houses and upscale living necessarily, but nice in the sense of charming old houses and some beautifully landscaped lawns.
And that's what appeals to me most around here. In Eastlake, where we used to live, there were many post-war suburban neighborhoods where there was street after street lined with the same nondescript bungalows and the same plain square yards. Elsewhere you'll find housing developments that are a bit more attractive, but they suffer from that same cookie cutter regularity, house after house looking exactly the same. Here there's something different, something interesting and appealing, something...well, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
I call this place the "ship house", because somehow I think that if I lived there, I would constantly be imagining it as a ship on the water, that balcony on the top being the main deck. A placard out front tells me the place is called "Four Oaks", probably because of the huge oak trees that line the front yard (even though I only see three of them.) Still, there's something neat about the fact that they named their property. Who does that?
And of course, you guys remember my daughter's school, which was there...
...and then it wasn't.
This picture has always made me think of the kind of neighborhood I think of when I think of home. If that makes any sense.
Here's our local chapter of the YMCA. It's just around the block from us. We thought about getting a membership here. We went down and took a tour, but everyone was packed in there like sardines, and my wife was practically hyper-ventilating by the time we got home.
A shot of Orchard Grove in the morning.
...and the same spot in the afternoon. A lot of difference the light makes, huh?
Orchard Grove is a street, by the way.
Here was another fine morning. This one over on Newell Street.
...and another from Newell.
Speaking of Newell Street. There's a big creepy-looking mansion behind a brick wall over there. Tell me that doesn't look like the start of a horror movie.
So, there you go folks. Hope you enjoyed the little tour.