old house with camellias

My bicycle is busted again. It’s the same problem: Something is pushing the back wheel out of alignment. Every time I think I’ve fixed it, it goes kerflooey again, so I give up. I’m taking it to the professionals.

So I’ve been on foot this week, but it’s not all bad. Gives me a chance to look at the old houses along Fremont Blvd., the ones still left wedged between apartment complexes and pocket housing developments. I took these photos of an old house smothered in camellias yesterday on the way home.