I noticed the clothes iron in the upper middle window while having coffee at Swallow, and liked that it disrupted and humanized the repetition of the facade. I came back later with my camera.
Workers at the Union Street Guest House
A lonely spectator... wish I had had my polarizing filter with me.
Doors on Partition Street
No parking, no parking, no parking, no... oh good, I can park in front of this one.
This house looked unoccupied... who put the pumpkins on this second floor sill?
This shot of some tarps on Partition Street is my favorite. They look like flowing water. Someone came onto the alley and seemed surprised I was there. I told him I liked the way the tarps looked, and he said, "Well, you're the only one."
A peek over a fence. (Why won't this caption left justify?)
And another... the leaf at upper right is actually a rotting piece of fruit with an insect on it.
Another favorite. I like how the organic jaggedness of the foreground fence counterpoints the more regimented pickets behind it. Not sure if I should edit out the tree at upper left.