I'm confused

I don't get it.  I think of satellite dishes the same way I think of trash cans.  Yes, you have to have them, but they aren't much to look at, so hide them away. 

A satellite dish on the front lawn?  Down at ground level?  Next to the sidewalk? 

Aside from questionable aesthetics, do the little boogers work when filled with leaves in the fall?  How about when covered by snow in the winter?

Sigh.

Pretty Bungalow

This neighborhood has many attractive bungalows, of which this is a good specimen.

So, what is a bungalow?  I don't really know.  My definition is that it is a simple house with a prominent roof and porch.  But, even though I can't define it, I know when I see one.

Turns out that I am not the only person who is not sure what a bungalow is.  These guys publish a historic architecture magazine and even they don't seem very sure.

Urn

There is no special meaning to today's post.  I just liked the urn.  It is on the same property as the granite marker from the Stevens Walk, shown in yesterday's post.

Stevens Walk

This is posted for the story, not the photo.

Wallace Stevens was a successful insurance executive who also became a noted poet.  He never learned to drive a car, so he walked the two miles from his home on Westerly Terrace to his job at The Hartford. 

One of his poems was Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.  A group called the Friends and Enemies of Wallace Stevens raised funds to place thirteen granite stone markers along Stevens' path to his office.  Each marker bears another stanza from Blackbirds.

Here is a Boston Globe story about the walk.

Sessions Woods

Sessions Woods is a conservation area about 30 minutes west of Hartford, in the small town of Burlington.  A 4-mile loop trail leads to a pond covered by lily pads.  Hikers can hide behind a a blind to view visiting wildlife, but mid-day on a steaming hot summer day the birds and animals stayed away.  They must have come out later to feed.

Bubbles

It was a hot day on Saturday in Elizabeth Park.  Some couples were getting married.  Some strolled through the rose beds.  Some fed ducks.  Others sat in the shade.

This girl blew bubbles.

Asylum Hill Congregational Church

The Asylum Hill Congregational Church has been at the edge of Hartford's downtown since the 1860s.  In that 150-year period, it has been led by only eight senior ministers.  The first was Joseph Twichell, who served for more than 50 years.  Twichell was a close friend of Mark Twain, who worshipped at AHCC.

The church is one of the largest in the Congregational denomination.  It lures many committed parishoners who have moved out to the suburbs to return to the city on Sunday morning. 

Asylum Hill calls itself "A church in the heart of the city with a heart for the city."