I’m Missing a Door, Possibly Two

But I think my casual writer’s retreat was a success. I retreated, anyway.

Brentwood just happens to keep old houses lying around. This would have been contemporaneous to Ashland.

I’m kind of fascinated by what’s going on with the porch framing here.

The side door. Ashland, at the moment, has no side door.

I’m very curious as to whether that’s an original staircase (or in the original style, anyway).

This house is built around an old cabin Ashland’s age.

I hadn’t seen this house before, but note–haint blue porch ceiling.

Round table in the doorway (and also note those old-fashioned stairs. That’s what I’d expect in the other house.)

Rose in front of the chimney. So, that made me feel like Ashland seems like a real place.

And then it has this little side door next to…

…this big side door. Ashland, as we speak, has no little side door. Not that it matters to anyone but me, but it matters to me.

This is the Cool Springs house, I guess I should point out. I don’t know what the other one is called. But, anyway, it’s a great example of porches that have been converted into hallways, a la Ashland.

And here I am on the side porch at Ravenswood, where I retreated to and wrote.

I found the bricks really fascinating.