Here's a fantastically quaint little garden, clearly owned by a friendly bunch. And also guarded by Luther, the timid cat. We tried to become friends. But he wasn't interested.
I'm a firm believer that no matter how nice, how ghetto, how predictable or how absurd a place is, the cities we live in have stories to tell. There are sentimental attachments, unexpected memories, and subtle surprises to be discovered anywhere we go. So here's to Provo, a place we all thought was so predictable but that we now see is full of variety and silent stories to be told.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Colorful Houses! Classy or Tacky?
I grew up in the wonderful city of Thousand Oaks. If given a tour of T.O, the adjectives to come to mind would probably be words like homey, beautiful, neat, clean. It's a nice suburban city where graffiti doesn't last more than a couple hours and where your car is ticketed if it's ugly and sits in the road too long and your house can only be one of three different mild colors. This keeps the city nice, neat, and inhabited by the classier type.
BUT one thing that makes Provo so unique is that colorful houses ARE ALLOWED. And people sure take advantage.
And the winner is, Sunny Lane. The happiest little house you ever did see. Complete with yellow, green, red, and lots of quirky-cute yard decorations.
But here are some others that we've seen:
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