Every day for the eight days Ruby & I stayed in Santa Monica we would take a walk around the block of 21st street, get lost and snap beautiful houses. Not just for the Grand Designs geek in me but namely for Ruby's guilty smoke and namely because it's one of the rare opportunities in the states that I got to stretch my legs. Every home in California is different from the one stood either side of it, each with its own character, each with it's own story. I miss suburban California, I miss wondering the tales behind the wooden cladding. I miss the west coast so bad, one day I promise to come back, one day I promise I'll be home.
