Here are some more houses in Kenwood that I photographed on yesterday’s constitutional. (My previous post on the area is here.)
First, though, here’s a Virginia opossum (Didelphis virginiana) that ran across 57th Street and crawled through a window grate into a safe space. I took a photo and left it alone, though it may be the one I saw two days ago. I will feed it if I see it again. (I left a banana in the grate this morning.)
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Here’s a better view of Obama’s house (or ex-house, as I’m not sure whether he still owns it). I shot over the cement barriers and wire that blocks off pedestrian access.
Moar fancy houses:
I’m quite proud of this photo, which is a selfie—I’m right in the middle of the reflection—because it was really hard to take. The sun was shining so bright in my eyes, reflected off the ball, that I could find my position only by standing relative to the red ribbon and the gate, which I could see in the reflection. It also shows the nice houses across the street.
Excellent work, Jerry. What gorgeous homes! Yes, the reflecting ball selfie is splendid.
Ditto – couldn’t put it better, SmokedPaprika!
Agree. That reflecting ball though; I wonder if that is a permanent fixture or holiday decoration? Looks like some futuristic sentinel.
They just don’t make em like that anymore. Houses that is. If you have some dry cat food around the opossum will like that.
I see Nikole Hannah-Jones’ Twitter namesake had a fancy home in Chicago: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ida_B._Wells-Barnett_House
House #5 looks like a snobby stuck-up face.
I really like the dormers in the last house picture. I know a little bit about carpentry and those are exceptional. I also know someone who is restoring a house of a similar age. You don’t want to know what it costs to do something like that today.
You are lucky to live in a neighborhood with so many delights.
I spy a porte-cochere surmounted by a mother-in-law apartment, or something like that. That must be a heating nightmare.
(Relatedly, after I bought Schwixon, someone asked me if I ever thought I’d use porte-cochere in a sentence).