The old brownstone has graced this street in Boston for years. It has been updated for modern use but still blends well with the Boston's historic heritage. However, the winding serpentine balconies caught my eye.
Just as our home is a reflection of ourselves...balconies are an extension of our selves for the outside world to see. I have often seen balconies full of spring flowers, bicycles, lounge chairs, astronomical telescopes on their massive tripods...items telegraphing to the outside world our present life path...children, single, married...often so obvious by observing how the precious balcony real estate is used.
Newly remodeled, the balconies of the old brownstone are still void of personalities. Revisit in a year and delight in the insight to the lives within so lovingly portrayed for us to see.
1179 - Hell No! - A well-meaning friend, religious but still a good sort, bought me a copy of C S Lewis' book *'Surprised by Joy'.* *Hell No!* There was an odd fellow nam...
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