Goodbye, Privacy

Goodbye, Privacy

I've been feeling the ground shake and watching the big animal-like machine chew up the house behind me. So when I left for my part-time job this morning, the photo above was the view out my back window. When I came home in the afternoon, it looked like this:

I was remembering Mr. Owens, who lived there with his wife since before we moved into this house, and how he used to grow grapes, oranges, and grapefruit in his yard when I was a little girl. All gone now.