In the neighborhood

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The theme for Carmi's Thematic Photographic this week is rows. Living in an urban neighborhood I was really taken with this one. After all, the manmade environment is full of rows and angles. As I walked over to pick up my son from school today I saw rows everywhere - rows of steel rebar rising from a new apartment building, rows of shops, a long row of cars belonging to waiting parents, rows of trees evenly spaced in the median of a boulevard. All very urban looking. Edgy.

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An hour later I found myself looking around just a few blocks further away, less than half a mile from this urban grit, and the scene was almost pastoral.

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Maya has a weekly therapy appointment in this small house with its neat little red-tiled roof. It is a modest unassuming structure, left over from days gone by. It would be almost homely were it not for the love someone has obviously shown it.

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To enter, you open an old wooden gate, its rows of planks battered and faded with age.
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Running around the outer edge of the property is a fence, it's metal rows stretching out seemingly endlessly from the gate.

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Back outside again, a brick sidewalk leads off towards the neighbors...

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... who have their own row, this time of doors. Why so many? I have no idea. One is a driveway, one a main entrance, one is probably for the garbage cans, the fourth, who knows, perhaps a utility meter. After that is anyone's guess. Perhaps it is in fact the entrance to a cleverly designed two-family house masquerading as one but providing entrance for two.

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Rows. They're everywhere, if you look.

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