" Little houses on the hillside, little houses made of ticky-tacky ..."
Back in February when we took a ride in the mountains, I saw this interesting little house. It’s clearly visible from the main road through town (although tucked back a ways), but somehow I’ve missed its existence at least a hundred times or more. The self-expression is obvious and seems to fit perfectly with the eclectic vibe of this little mountain town. I’m reminded of a tree house that doesn’t care that it’s not at all camouflaged in its surroundings. Long live individuality!
Now I bet my kids won’t think that a non-blue colored house is so bad after all.