I can't help it. I always see a place as a potential setting for a movie scene and this unusual entryway is no exception. River rock! Wrought iron! A flag! Come on, people ... if you were directing this film, what would happen here?
Location-location-location.... is important !:-) Yes, this is a nice place for a movie scene.... I guess I would have started to find out what was inside the building....
A shy nudist lives here. He prefers to be au natural, but doesn't want anyone to see him naked. It took him years to find the perfect house. When he found the southwestern style house without any windows in South Pasadena, he quicly purchased it, moved in, and shed all his clothes.
While scouting for a movie location, Gunella was overcome with deja vu when she saw this house. "I've been here before," she knew.
The owners never used the wrought iron, locked front entry, she somehow knew. So she walked around the side of the house to the back yard.
"What, back again?" the owner barked. "We told you, we won't sell this house at any price!" And as the owner threw a vat of hot turkey-fryer grease at her, Gunella regained her memory and began sobbing, "but, I'll pay cash!!!"
The two little giants, Hansel and Gretel leave pebbles so that they can find their way home? Not, that's just pitiful. Oh L, you know I'm terrible at this. Why do I continue to try it???
Colonel Sam Houston and his Japanese gardener and Western-inspired architect Fuji built a small pied-a-terre in the city away from prying eyes. Their forbidden love was a private affair and the nosiness of the Texan settlers was, well, unsettling. As Santa Anna was assembling his forces, Sam and Fuji planted roses together, fully expecting to see them bloom every year as they grew old together. But, tragically, the roses died of a fungus...
There is a continuous flow of rocks up the steps (like claymation) they march happily into the maw of the great stone beast where they will be crushed into dust. Ahhhh, dust to dust. Rock me baby!
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12 comments:
It would be a wedding. A secret one. A shotgun one.
I always see your places as a potential setting for a new home. And this unusual one is no xception. I can't help it!
But, I also see someone hurriedly coming out of the entryway. Screaming. "No pictures!, outta here. I'm calling the San Gabriel police!"
Location-location-location.... is important !:-)
Yes, this is a nice place for a movie scene....
I guess I would have started to find out what was inside the building....
A shy nudist lives here. He prefers to be au natural, but doesn't want anyone to see him naked. It took him years to find the perfect house. When he found the southwestern style house without any windows in South Pasadena, he quicly purchased it, moved in, and shed all his clothes.
While scouting for a movie location, Gunella was overcome with deja vu when she saw this house. "I've been here before," she knew.
The owners never used the wrought iron, locked front entry, she somehow knew. So she walked around the side of the house to the back yard.
"What, back again?" the owner barked. "We told you, we won't sell this house at any price!" And as the owner threw a vat of hot turkey-fryer grease at her, Gunella regained her memory and began sobbing, "but, I'll pay cash!!!"
The two little giants, Hansel and Gretel leave pebbles so that they can find their way home? Not, that's just pitiful. Oh L, you know I'm terrible at this. Why do I continue to try it???
WV: Pusoflex
Don't worry, even I won't go there.
Colonel Sam Houston and his Japanese gardener and Western-inspired architect Fuji built a small pied-a-terre in the city away from prying eyes. Their forbidden love was a private affair and the nosiness of the Texan settlers was, well, unsettling. As Santa Anna was assembling his forces, Sam and Fuji planted roses together, fully expecting to see them bloom every year as they grew old together. But, tragically, the roses died of a fungus...
There is a continuous flow of rocks up the steps (like claymation) they march happily into the maw of the great stone beast where they will be crushed into dust. Ahhhh, dust to dust. Rock me baby!
Da Da.
Hey there everyone!
I love you people. I have more fun making you guys do all the work.
DB, I wonder how the nudist deals with the recent onslaught of South Pas Middle School door to door magazine drive?
Anton and Yak -- I want the two of you to collaborate.
YOu are all awesome in a bazillion ways. See you next post!
I see Russell Crowe ala 3:10 to Yuma, but first loses the hedges and bring in some cactuses.
I can't come close to any of the above scenarios. All I can say is that I certainly see why you took the picture. Its a very striking house.
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