Coming & Duncan St., Charleston, S.C.
A couple of years ago on my previous blog, I did a series on this house on the corner of Coming & Duncan St. I stood in the parking lot of the YWCA and took a picture every week or so, logging the progress of the vine that takes it over each year and compiled them into a slide show. We are almost at peak vine growth right now and even have blossoms. The owner has to cut clear space around the windows to get any light in.
Ya gotta love wacky people.
There's an overrun house not far from here, and earlier this year the owner had literary quotes on paper signs posted amongst the tall "foliage" on the corner. I'll try to remember to get a photo before the cold weather makes it all go dormant.
ReplyDeleteOooh! Please do!
ReplyDeletelots of reasons to leave this house, including when i leave every day
ReplyDeleteIs that trumpet vine?
ReplyDeleteI love this house. Sometimes I get a peek of the man in the house sitting at his desk or getting something from the bookshelf.
ReplyDeleteWe've got vines that grow like this, too, but we pull them down as best we can. They tend to ruin the paint. They are pretty, though.
ReplyDeleteI love vines - but I have read that that kind of thing up against your house like the that in the photo can eventually cause damage to the house itself. Still, definitely an unusual twist on the concept of growing vines.
ReplyDeleteWow, huge house with a huge vine climbing all over it! "Eaten" is a good word for this!
ReplyDeleteSunny - :)
ReplyDeleteBenB - He does it intentionally. He has guide wires for the vine to grow on.
Jacob - I don't think he paints. The house has good old asbestos shingles.
Caroline - Me too! He is an architect. I ended the series with a picture of him and confessed that I was the house stalker. Heh.
I wouldn't like all the bugs creepy crawling through those brances! And I, too, have heard that the vines can damage the house in time.
ReplyDeleteSorry I don't stop by here that much anymore. :-(
I love coral vine...and wacky people.
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