I was in Baltimore this past weekend. Behind the home that I stayed in was a lane. An honest to goodness lane! Most of the yards had an entry gate from it. One home actually fronted onto the lane. I was about to take a picture of it when a little old lady appeared to ask me why I was taking pictures. That halted my agenda. But she did go on to explain that her house, the very one, was built in 1925. And that the barn / garage was built in 1930. I felt busted when she asked, “why are you taking pictures”. I could only respond, “I take pictures of everything”. She explained that a crew had come through the day before to cut the grass and that there was some heavy equipment involved. She hoped I was a part of a crew coming to repave the lane. She turned out to be very nice. We chatted for a while.
By the way, how do you like that gate to nowhere, cool I thought. It’s just standing there, with age written all over it, going nowhere:) Love it!