Now that it's cool enough to walk Sophie in daylight again, I am discovering neighborhood changes that happened in the last few months.
It took me a minute to realize that this empty lot used to hold a house I knew well. Do you recognize it?
Of course you don't. But maybe this picture will jog your memory (if you've been following my blog for a while):
I posted in March about the old man who lived there, whose death I only knew of when the house was being cleared. Cleared of everything that made it special. Or horrible, if you feel that way. I didn't, but I don't live next door.
Another empty lot, another promise of something to come. But what?
It won't be nearly as interesting, I'll hazard.