Britting Shicks.

It's like some great big brick monster came along & de-brick-ated all over the driveway. Again, you're going to have to use your imagination that there will, indeed, one day, be a driveway somewhere underneath that pallet.

I certainly looks more scenic shooting across the neighbours front lawn, but I saw someone speed-dial the peelers, so we were out of that rose bush quick smart. The bud died within days, anyway.




The strange looking concrete things in the foreground we suspected were steps. It turns out that we're still not so sure. They may be around the side of the house by now, but they're not for the front.

This must have been about the time I got to go into the house by climbing the scaffolding at the front, shimmying (or sashaying) around the side, and jumping into the kitchen, knocking over the walkway I landed on, and nearly giving our building supervisor an injury because he laughed so hard.
I have not yet been upstairs. I'm saving that adventure for a new pair of pants.