They're everywhere, but no one notices unless they live next to one. This one's typical. This one's anything BUT typical. That's because the next door neighbor didn't care to live beside a rubbish tip and did something about it. Most Toledoans would have practiced the city's favorite hobby. They'd have bitched about it. Wouldn't have accomplished anything, but I suppose it's good therapy. Think of what Toledo would look like if the energy wasted on bitching and moaning went into work, instead.
And, yes, a lot of work went into this. Not only work, but a definite flair for landscaping. Looks much better than the chain-link fence under it. As far as I'm concerned, Toledo needs more people like Tom Nunley.
I walked around the corner, last evening, to have a closer look at the porch on Collingwood Presbyterian. Got much more than I bargained for. Overall, it's a decent building. The tower's quite good. ( I can see the top from my kitchen window. ) The real attraction, however, is the porch. Beautiful work. What resulted in my filling my memory card was the faces on the capitals. My first thought was that they're just too individual to be solely a product of the artist's imagination. Fortunately, there was a lady tending flowers who confirmed that they're caricatures of members of the congregation. They've even managed to identify some of them. There are dozens of them, and not many are flattering. Never knew Presbyterians to have such a sense of humor. Somehow, I sense a story behind this one. More tomorrow.
"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”