Out the back:
Beyond the back wall, there is…another wall! A huge, tall one. In fact, it is the boring back of the frikkin’ Home Depot.
Better to look out the front, where I can at least see what all the neighbors are doing to improve their homes, and how they put out furniture hoping someone will pick it up. But now one sofa has been rained on twice and pooped upon by many birds, so I hope they don’t plan to leave it there.
A couple of cherry trees, a grassy field, and beyond that the Alzheimer’s unit at a retirement hospital for WW2 vets and their widows. They blast Perry Como, Doris Day, Bing Crosby and Roger Whittaker records extremely loudly {they’re all practically deaf} from 11 am to 2 pm every day, then I guess they fall asleep. The one set of noisy neighbours in the world you can’t complain about or to: not that I’d dream of it; if they could get shot at for their country, I can put up with “When I’m calling yoooooooo…” I think.
From the front door looking to the left are bushes, trees and a fence. On the other side of the fence is a lot for an auto repair/auto sales company. This is especially exciting in the winter when the snow plow truck clears the lot at 4 am.
Straight ahead I see bushes, trees and a fence. On the other side of the fence is a main road and the on ramp to the freeway. I do not hear the normal traffic anymore but the sirens and the jake braking is always heard.
To the right I see the back of a garage and house I once lived in/owned with my now ex husband. Said house is in foreclosure. It is a true thrill to see it everyday.
I have no back door to the real world, but if I do open the door in the back of my apartment I see 2 furnaces. I used to see my washer and dryer but it was removed by slum lord to put in furnace # 2.
Out of my back door–which is a solarium–I am supposed to see a stand of tall firs, draped in new-fallen snow; to the left, a spread of grass with a hexagonal folly where we have tea in the summer; to the right, a long way through the trees, the county road our property adjoins. There are no visible neighbors. At all.
What I actually see, out of the common entrance to the apartment building, are the mailboxes, the dog-poop-baggie dispenser, and the pool, which is covered with a tarp for winter.
(sighs) (heart aches) (stomps back inside)
Dear rich bastards,
I have no back door. Out the front door all I can see is the brck facade of the units across the courtyard. Lucky you.
And the brcks are as plain as bricks.
Six feet from the window behind my computer is a birch tree and a bog spruce. The squirrels like to run up and down the spruce and steal seed from the chickadee feeder. Beyond that are more birch and spruce (one of which looks to be about 50’ tall) and our wildflower garden. Then comes the utility right of way, which is mainly grass, then more trees, then the condo building on the next street, about 100’ away. All is presently covered/dusted with snow.
Out my back door is my back yard. I see the privacy fence, storage buildings, pool and gazebo. If I go stand on the deck I can see into the next door neighbors back yard and see that they still haven’t gotten that washer and dryer out of their back yard though the refrigerator is gone.
Lookin’ out my front door, I see Bradford Pear trees in my yard, the across the road neighbor’s house and since today is trash day, I see huge brown trash cans sitting out in front of everyone’s houses.
Our back door is glass, and it leads to our back porch/deck. It’s a nice little porch, second story (our lot slopes toward the back). In the summer, you can see part of the yard, and the upper parts of the trees at the edge. Now that the leaves have fallen, I can see the neighbors on the other side of the ravine, and the interesting, bolted-down grate in the bottom of the ravine. WE thought it was a storm drain; turns out that our entire neighborhood is built on a cave system, and one of the entrances is in our back yard!
My porch is usually littered with about six cats in various stages of repose, a blanket or two hung out to dry, and whatever the kids are driving me crazy with on that particular day.
Hmmm, I wander if my neighbor lurks around on here. The “enchanting little structure”, was destroyed today.
Out the back door reveals one or more lazy/hungry cats. If the bowl was recently filled, they are the former. If the bowl was empty, they are vocally the latter. If they were feeling loving, a mousehead may grace the doormat. After a short expanse of grass, it is woods as far as you can see.
Thank you, OP-you’ve gotten me in a Fogarty kind of mind.
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band, won’t you take a ride on the flyin’ spoon? Doo, doo, doo. 
The front door is nothing special, but the back door is something we’ve been working on for a few years…
If I look to the right, I see banana trees, a Ficus Benjamina, and a 15 foot high Rubber Tree… If I look straight ahead, I see a row of Giant Birds of Paradise and a Hibiscus, along with a Bouganvillia with bright pink blooms.
To the left are two huge Queen Palms, a Date Palm, a couple of King Palms, two Mexican Fan Palms, (OK, so we’re Palm freaks!), lots of Jade Plants, a Poinsetta, and a few Tree Ferns…
And the usual back yard stuff - a gas BBQ, a patio table, umbrella and chairs…
And usually three dogs running around enjoying destroying as much as they can every time they visit the yard! 
Well, maybe not elephants, but… doot, doot, doot lookin’ in my back door. 
Out my back door is the porch, with some squirrels that may not be obese but do cuss at me if I look at them too long, a yard with my trailer and van parked in it, the back fence over which I can see the back yard of the house behind us (if they have their curtains open, I can see clear through their kitchen window through the plate glass door to the house on the other side of the street; our house is the same way, so people living two blocks away from each other can see each other’s front porches, even through there’s two houses in the way!).
Out my front door is the minimalist front yard, the street where the bored kid across the street is practicing street hockey, and a bunch more houses.
I don’t have a back door either. From the front door I can look at my brother’s apartment. Occasionaly he leaves the shade up so I can see his kitchen. The windows aren’t much better. From the Living Room window I see a church. From the Kitchen window, hey another church, oh and a freakin huge Evergreen a couple of blocks away. From the bedrooms, wait I’ll give you three guesses…
Yes, another church. I get free Gospel concerts every Sunday and Thusday though, and parkings a breeze other than those days.
Looking out my back door gives a nice view of the Sierra foothills. In the morning just before the sun actually gets above the hills to the east an incredible red light slowly moves down them. It lasts about 20 minutes or so. About 10 miles in a straigt line, and some 2,000 feet higer is Lake Tahoe. Can’t see it from the old homestead but it’s nice to know it’s there.
Out the front door we got a shot of our cul-de-sac. Nice homes, new, about an equal mix of retirees and young upwardly moble thingiee people.
Stepping out in the street and looking at our house I’m reminded that the paint chip didn’t look nearly that blue last spring when we had it painted. Ms Hook is pushing hard to paint in somewhat more subdued colors next spring.
Out my front door is the front porch, wide steps down to a walk and straight out to the side walk. Look to the left and you see a huuuuge live oak tree and over on the right two Dogwoods and and two gardenia bushes.
Across the street is a blue house, a white house and little red brick Craftsman bungalow we call the Fraternity House because it is always rented by Ga Tech students and they are very LOUD! It sold recently and the new owners are remodeling it and plan to move in April. Strange, but I will miss Animal House.
Out my back door is the deck, then a patio, the garage and lots of trees. Through the trees is a nice view of the city skyline.
The view out my front door is of the first elementary school I went to when my family moved to Vancouver twenty-five years ago.
The odd thing is, I didn’t realize that until after I moved in.
Out my front door, I can see the elevators and garbage chute for my apartment building.
From the sliding door however, I get more apartment buildings, the ocean, and in summer, cruise ships. Anyone else wanna move to BC?
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I’m at work. Out the windows, I can see the Thames River. To the right is London Bridge, the one from the nursery rhyme. The “new” London Bridge is a boring concrete span. Old London Bridge was sold to an American who carted it back to the US and reassembled it somewhere.
To the right is Tower Bridge, the ornate blue expanse of which is often mistaken for London Bridge. It’s quite pretty in the evenings, when the lowers and spans are illuminated by spotlights.
On the north bank of the Thames is the sprawling Tower of London, which through the centuries has served as a prison, palace, execution site, fortress and treasury. The former moat–in which they found ancient human bones–is now a grassy green semicircle. There’s a small childrens’ climbing gym in one corner of the moat, which is quite odd but cute.
In between the bridges is the moored battleship, HMS Belfast. Today, next to the Belfast there’s a cargo barge carrying an absolutely ENORMOUS tri-blade fan destined for a wind farm. One blade has been removed, but two blades to the fan are on the barge, sticking out 60 and 300 degrees respectively. They’re huge, about the length of a building.
