Front Windows

In the spring, I did a stop motion video of the view outside my front window that can be seen here during the course, more of less, of 24 hours. It's odd to look at it, only six months on and realize how much the quality of light has changed this time of year, and even the milieu of the neighborhood is different. New tagging on different doors, a couple of new neighbors. Shift the camera three inches, and you'd view the breath-taking guy in the Italianate frame single-plex across the street whose bay windows face my own eye-to-eye, and he is seated at his laptop as I am at mine. When I moved in here, the crazy nine-dog-woman lived there, followed by the breezy Rastafarian social worker, and now he and his wife are there with their two Audis. I keep thinking of the dramas in Rear Window and wondering if something will go down. Or maybe I'll get brave and take a few shots of him at his iBook, and my readers can decide how many stars he merits.