From my earliest memories I can trace my fascination with passing by houses. What’s going on inside of them? Who lives there? Have the lives of the owners (past and present) left their traces on the house?

Some houses transmit their emotions blatantly to passersby–they tell of their sorrow or loneliness or joy while others remain quiet and only let their secrets out to the keenest of observers.

house on ashland
house on center
house on douglas
house on fourth and simms

house on ottawa
house on river
house on sexton
house on simms

house on simms and douglas
house on simms and fifth
house with american flag
overgrown house

sunset on west park
the brick house on fourth
the grey house
the white doors

the white house on fourth
the yellow house
white house