Everyone has the right to walk from one end of the city to the other in secure and beautiful spaces.

...Everybody has the right to go by public transport. Everybody has the right to an unhampered view down their street, not full of railings, signs and rubbish. (Richard Rogers)

So at the bottom of the street is a school. It's where I vote.

This is the other way. At the very top, which you can't see, is the park I walk to (when I walk--um, the last time was April 1.)

I zoomed for this shot: it's Western Pennsylvania Construction Season. Too bad I didn't get pictures a few weeks ago that said "Street Closed."

The bane of my existence. You get a ticket that is $15 unless you don't pay it on time and then it goes up incrementally. And as you see in the next picture, the streets aren't necessarily clean:

Why the 10 of spades? Do you like the texture of the road?

I had such lofty goals...I'm out of milk, so I was going to walk (ha! have you met me? when was the last time I walked?) to the gas station which has a convienience store and take the camera with for lovely pictures of my street.

But then I woke up, and it was already 8:45. So I read my email, posted about Richard Nixon and his secret marriage to Diana, (Princess of Wales), trolled a few other blogs to see what *their* streets looked like, fixed a tortilla with cheese (tasty!) and went downstairs for a few pix.

Blogger is not agreeing with my goal, though. I just got a "this page cannot be displayed." Ah, Ellen is on.