Down the Road

Photographs and stories by Jim Grey

Since 2007

Tag: home

  • Warm memories of my first apartment

    Does a particular home in your past bring especially warm memories? What made the place so special? I’d love to hear about it in the comments, or better yet, on your blog — especially if you have photos you can share. Last month I shared this post about my first apartment, with some photos from just…

  • Shooting Kentmere 100

    Some people say you have to get the processing juuuuust right to get the best results from Kentmere 100, a black-and-white film manufactured by the same folks who make the Ilford films. But I don’t process my own. My film is always at the mercy of whatever chemical soup my favorite processor uses. I’m willing to place some…

  • The long-awaited end to the sewer saga

    I’m celebrating this Independence Day by flushing the toilet. This is no commentary on the state of our country. It’s elation that my house is, at long last, connected to the city’s sewer. Longtime readers of this blog might remember that about four years ago the city sent me a letter that said they would lay…

  • Anchors

    Do you have any possessions that connect you to times in your past? My end tables and coffee table came from a used furniture store just after I graduated from college and got my first apartment. A matched set in the fussy Colonial Revival style, they were inexpensive when they were manufactured, which was probably…

  • Returning to normal as the big sewer project wraps up

    I started to think maybe I’d had enough of the giant sewer project in my neighborhood the day I was driving, by necessity, down the wrong side of my street, met a neighbor driving the other way, and had to back up 100 feet and into someone’s driveway to let him pass. Fortunately, paving was…

  • The soundtrack of this project is the “beep beep beep” of heavy equipment backing up

    They start each weekday at 6 am, the workers who are laying sanitary sewer pipe in my neighborhood. It’s a darn good thing I’m already up then, because I couldn’t sleep through all the noise they make. This is what they’re laying in the street. Did you know that the French word for sewer is égout?…