H is for Houses - Berkeley styles

Daughter Candace Shock took these pictures of Berkeley houses during the many weeks that she stayed with me after Otto's death. She didn't include one of the more common styles, derived from the Mediterranean, perhaps because she grew up in one, the one in which I still live. She has returned to her own husband and household in Ontario, Oregon. My son Otto is here for this week, and soon (maybe Wednesday) I will begin sharing the house with a friend.

Here a Tori gate sits easily next to a driveway

This is a house I have long admired for its architecture
and the way in which the current owners
have painted it to show its decorative details.
It's a shame about those overhead wires, isn't it?

Some of said decorative details.

Details on a somewhat less elaborate Victorian.

And this little Victorian cottage boasts solar panels on its roof.
Very Berkeley!

There are many half-timbered houses

I think a witch might like this one.

Another delightful little Victorian - and too many overhead wires.

Details. Please enlarge this photos by clicking on them.

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H is for Houses on a Hill

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My hill, that is. The houses shown below are located a few houses down the street from me, photographed one day when I was out with my digital camera aiming it at everything in sight. I have not been able to do that for a while, hence my reliance on my archives. The fact is that I have been housebound for health reasons.

I'm happy I don't have to climb these stairs
which are on the other, or high, side of the street!

Be sure to enlarge these pics.

Here's one you must be sure to enlarge!

I photographed it from a neighbor's driveway on the lower side of the street. Look at the lower left edge of the picture to see the rooftop of a house far down the hill, partially obscured by what, at first glance, seems to a blur, but which is actually a cluster of bare-branched trees not yet leafed out for spring.

I also live on the lower side of the street and need only descend fourteen steps from the sidewalk to arrive at my front door and the main floor of the house. The hillside still continues sharply downward so that there is another lower floor at the back, as well as a floor above the main floor.

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