122 North Portage Path
For one year I lived at 122 N. Portage Path, apartment 6.
It was a small, one bedroom in a big rambling brownstone.
It was my first place alone ever.
It was a magical and wonderful time and place, and not just because of the radiators and checkerboard floors and bleach spot on my kitchen floor that I forced visitors to scrutinize a la a Rorschach inkblot.
For 12 consecutive months, from July 2004 to June 2005, I documented the exterior.
Here are the pictures.
posted by locus sigilli at 8:51 PM
4 Comments:
Badass! That's so cool. Reminds me of Augie from the movie "Smoke" taking a pix of the same street corner, at the same time, every day.
Thanks for the kind words. I think I may try a variation on the theme at the new place - more close-ups and a collage of sorts (snow-trimmed roofline, magnolia tree in bloom, etc.)
I love the photos, and the way seeing them all together makes you look more closely at the building & its personality.
I look forward to photos of 59.
Thanks, Ms. KEWP! I miss running my hands over the brick when I came home. In certain light, the building just glowed (I've got pictures I took by hanging out my bathroom window somewhere in the archive)
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