This year, I got there early, so I decided to take my new little 99 dollar camera out on a walk with me, while waiting for him to finish up whipping the negroes in the back forty...or whatever he was doing.
A cute, non mansion-y house, on a side street.
These angel trumpets were shading the sidewalk. The smell, if you've never smelled them before, is incredible. I remember as a kid hearing the tales of the liquor one could brew from them that was hallucinogenic. If the smell is any indication, I wouldn't doubt it.
As I took a photo of this yard, (actually, just to test the camera out), I wondered, topiary? Gay! Soon afterward he drove up in his Jaguar. Right again. Gays love Peniston.
More non-mansion-y little houses.
My favorite house. I love the color. Notice the corner of a white Lincoln Continental hood in the front.