The Bell House

I was over at a friend's house, in a different part of town. Blipless and light was going down so I asked, "Any oddities around here?"
"There's the garage door painted like grafitti down the street." So I went and blipped that. Then I took some shots of the perfect yard among some very imperfect yards on the rest of the block, a dahlia, some hydrangea, and gladioli. Finally he told me about the Bell House, which must have stood solitary and beautiful before all the little shed like houses of the neighborhood filled in