It’s great to have a cube with a view, unfortunately the view is of the Fresh Pond rotary in Cambridge, MA. They were doing construction a few weeks ago and there are lots of ugly pipes and cones and barrels in the center of the rotary. The snow has dirty tire tracks all over it. There are lots of trees to look at and I’ve been watching a family of squirrels since late summer. They’re pretty active, even on cold days. Earlier, one of them was carrying a plastic shopping bag up the tree (presumably for a nest, but perhaps she was doing some shopping at Bread and Circus).
The main entertainment is the traffic in the rotary. No one remembers how to drive in them (yield to cars already in the rotary, cars on the right have the right of way when entering). There’s a LOT of horn-honking, and occasionally I can even hear people yelling at each other. Whenever tires screech, my officemate and I peek out to see what’s happened. Last week I was in a technical meeting with my boss and he happened to be looking out the window. He stopped mid-sentence and his jaw just dropped because he witnessed an accident. It was a great break from the meeting (no one was hurt and the guy who was obviously at fault was the one doing all of the yelling - typical). We were like little kids kneeling on chairs and giggling at all the excitement.
The worst part about this building is that it’s built on stilts with a parking garage underneath. Every time a large truck goes by, the whole building sways. It feels like an aftershock of an earthquake. It’s more than a little nerve-wracking.
The best part is that I have a great view of the sunset. It’s the best part of the day.
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I have some of the view from my window, but most of it is blocked by another building. The picture above was taken from the road where I go walking at lunchtime.
A sleepy little villiage of around 1,000 not far from the Arkansas River. Snow covered streets, trees dating back a hundred years or so surround each house. The houses are for the most part old, but a few newer bungalows are around too. As I look out the window nearest my terminal, I see my neighbor shoveling snow from his sidewalk while his grandchildren have a snowball fight. He never lets them help. He claims it is the only exercise he gets during the winter. His wife just came out with some hot chocolate and grandparents and grandchildren are drinking cocoa out there. Now there’s something dangerous. A pickup truck just came by towing a couple of kids on one of those round sled things. Well, I guess traffic is light enough (have only seen a couple of cars today)that they are not in a lot of danger.
I’m on Clarendon Blvd. in Arlington, Va., at the Courthouse Plaza. The only windows in my office are behind me, and look out the apartment buildings on the other side of the plaza; although if I look down from my 10th floor perch, I can see the fountain in the middle of the plaza as well as the hair salon, the Thai restaurant, the sushi bar and the dry cleaner.
Our little section of Clarendon is nothing spectacular–lots of office buildings. Across the way on Wilson Blvd., though, is Olsson’s Books & Music, one of a handful of them in the Metro DC area. And across the street from that is a Xando coffehouse. Actually, you can see my building right {url+'http://www.co.arlington.va.us/web/chp.htm"]here. And this is this view from the window right behind my desk.
rtggirl, I’m trying to piece together from your description–are you on Duke St. or Diagonal Rd.?
Aerial photo.
Wheat field to the cliffside bank of the North Saskatchewan River to the East. (Bottom of pic)
Horse Hill Creek Ravine to the North.
Tree farm to the West.
More wheat fields and a dead end gravel road to the South.
My house is in the center of the pic.
The funny thing is… I am still within the Edmonton city limits. Though you can’t tell.
I’m looking out at a small town in eastern Oregon…I can see a sleepy-looking residential street lined with gravel parking strips and parked trucks, and some older houses. There are patches of snow on the ground, the trees are bare, it was snowing and quite windy this morning. Over the roof of the house across the street, I can see the mountains (or having lived in colorado, hills), which are covered in evergreens and snow. The sky is gray and the whole place looks a little lifeless, being the middle of the afternoon there are no people around.
I’m on the 11th floor in an ugly historic building in downtown Manhattan, about two blocks west of Bowling Green. I’m looking out over what used to be a great view of the Hudson River, until they built a new building. I can see that huge clock on the Jersey side, and if I get up and go to the cubicle opposite mine I can see the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.
Well, if I’m at home, as I am now…there’s a lovely courtyard outside my apartment window…complete with the A/C units…which someone already has on in this building(WTF??? It’s only 74 degrees outside). A little further up the street is the MARTA station. It was a beautiful clear day today :). There are several apartment complexes on the street…not too much traffic, except at rush hour…a decent place to live.
If I’m at work, and I rarely post from there anyway…I look out on the lovely Marriot Marquis in downtown Atlanta. Yesterday, if I’d bothered to look, I could have seen the rescue of 2 workers who’s scaffold broke and left them stranded on a window ledge. I missed the excitement, and moseyed home, only to find out when I got here.
Now, I just wish it would be as pretty tomorrow as it was today…I’d go spend some time getting sunburned by the pool. Alas, it’s going to rain and get cooler…I suppose I’ll survive.
The town I live in:Small town in Wisconsin and my actual street, photo taken yesterday afternoon, on the other side of the fence is a street, we’ve had a lot of snow: The view from my window
Another Colorado view here, from work in Boulder. The setting is a common technology park the kind of which cover Colorado, California, and Washington. Brick and stone 2 two story buildings along a curved road that goes nowhere. Out one window I see a jogging/biking/skating path that in Summer is covered with beautiful Boulder women being active, but currently looks like a winter postcard with naked tree branches glistening before the ice completely melts off. Out the other window, The Rocky Mountains(as any anyone who has been to boulder knows there isn’t much in the way of foothills near here) Jut straight out of the ground less than 2 miles from where my ass sits typing this. It’s getting dusky, and a purpley, smoky kind of cloudcover is just sitting just on the edge deciding if it want to breaks over and into the little snowy covered valley where boulder sits…
Aren’t there any other Dopers in Kansas replying? I’m in Topeka, and as I look out my window at home I look south at a lot of snow and ice that fell last night. Central city neighborhood, big old houses, many are apartments. I own my home but live upstairs and rent out the downstairs. The brick alley on the east is slicker than…whatever just now. Trees are bare, but it’s pertty in the summertime.
I always post from my house; it is located on a rural state route about 5 miles outside the city limits of Middletown, Ohio, over the river and up the hill and across the creek just past the high school.
My computer is in the “den” that used to be my oldest daughter’s bedroom and is now an office/library/computer room.
When I look out the window, I see the barn that my late father-in-law built when my husband was 6 months old. All the snow has melted and has been replaced with mud. My driveway is gravel and my yard is soggy. I hate my yard this time of the year.
I am listening to Jimi Hendrix, Elecric Lady Land. In a brilliant bit of serendipity the song playing right now is “1983, (A merman I should turn to be)”.
There are just three houses on our block, facing a park with snow-covered picnic houses, tennis and basketball courts, slides, swings and merry-go-rounds, all looking like something out of The Shining.
I’m not going outside till the bushes stop moving.
i’m posting from a 3 story building in Florida. The building is surrounded by palm trees and overlooks a parking lot and Interstate4. i can almost see my house from hear though.
My street is in the urban core, 4 houses from the main street. Aging victorian architecture between old growth trees. Across from my window is a busy hair styling salon. All day everyday, ladies come out onto the porch to smoke or talk or avoid the toxic fumes. Frequently they have their hair standing straight up on end, sometimes they have tin foil hats on. Very colourful.
Other than that, the last couple of days of rain have eaten into the piles of snow, and the dog poop is appearing and the volume is mighty. Guess I know what I’m doing tomorrow morning.
Out of my third floor window there’s a stand of trees. I can tell how much snow has fallen by the position of one particular large branch that always seems to catch a massive amount of snow.
After that, there’s a sharp downhill. The Connecticut River is not far away- it’s just out of sight…
My house is in one of the oldest districts of San Jose, deep inna heart’a Silicon Valley. It is one of two Victorians built by my neighbor’s grandfather for a whopping total of $3,500.[sup]00[/sup] each. And that didn’t even include the cost of the land! We’ll politely gloss over their current quarter million dollar value (a piece).
Tall plane trees line the street towering above Italinate stuccos, bungalows and Spanish Mediterranian send ups that are scattered along the way. The municipal rose garden is a mile away and Bing Crosby’s kids used to live up the street. The original El Camino Real of the California mission trail is a short walk from my door. An eastward glance across the (Santa Clara) Valley of the Heart’s Delight shows Lick observatory crowning Mount Hamilton.
Three blocks over used to be the original site of the old Del Monte fruit processing plant. It anchored the first economy of Silicon Valley in its earlier agricultural days. Now long gone, instead of the factory we have the very oldest of times encapsulated in one of the finest Egyptological collections within the United States. The Rosicrucian musuem of Egyptology and planetarium is less than a mile away.
Head a few blocks south on the El Camino and there is the old district with the (now multiplexed, sigh) Towne Theater, one of the few art screens in San Jose. Next door and further down are the used book shops that make life worth living in this neighborhood. Of course, the ubiquitous Starbucks™, and across the street Andy’s pet store. Bracketing the front doors are signs, advertising “Monkeys” and “Parrots”, both of which they no longer sell. Thank goodness only a few doors down is Greenlee’s bakery with it’s legendary cinnamon bread for sale six days a week.
Around the bend in the road and a mile down the main drag is the city’s train station. The main line is less than a quarter mile from my door. Every year or so, the Southern Pacific hobbyists will run the old “Daylight Special” down the coast run. The mournful sound of a locomotive’s steam whistle will still get me on the run down to the trackside.
AHHHHHHHHHH! WTF! I went to see “My Fair Lady” last night! Then, I stumble across a thread titled “On The Street Where You Post!” Eve’s following me, I tells ya… she knows my plans even before I do…
