Except, y’know, that i hafto. Wait, I mean.

Architecture captures me too, it used to even before I knew the word ‘architecture’. When we were just little kids, me and my brother used to ask our dad to drive through the expensively housed hilly area of Washington Park in Portland, everytime we went to the zoo. There was a miniature castle up on one hill, a tiny quaint residence that looked like a dwarfs cottage, and any number of crazy lush estates. Terra-cotta tiled pallazo’s, pillared manor houses. Both Bryan and I loved looking at the houses & didn’t think it was unusual till we had friends along on am outing, and both friends got bored and restless during the house-peeping we loved so much.