back in high school, my friend liza and i were the only ones without curfews, so we used to drive around aimlessly into the wee hours and talk, observe and of course smoke cigarettes (clearly that was before we wised up and quit). and we used to discover beautiful houses, new developments breaking ground and remnants of a historical village so different than what it had become. then we used to bring people back to our discoveries in the daylight hours. when i think about all the gas we used and the miles we clocked, it becomes clear that being green wasn't much of a thing on the east coast at the time.
so these days, i don't drive around aimlessly (as much as i'd like to) and with gas prices like ours, who could afford it? that's why i choose scenic routes through town when i'm in the car, and why i like to have my camera handy for when i happen to spot a house or a road or a little corner of land that makes me smile, so i can "bring people there" without actually bringing people there.
one of my favorite streets in port washington is litchfield road, specifically because the houses aren't too big for their lots (a common problem in suburban towns, i've found), and are sufficiently set back from the broad, tree-lined streets. and the trees are big and tall and old, not sad and tiny looking. the street looked so pretty a few weeks ago after a downpour that i just had to freeze the moment and bring you with me.