Last December, Mark and I bought the house next door. It’s from the 1920s and has some beautiful details inside, but it had been neglected for 20 years. One big thing that was ignored was the garage, made of cinder blocks and settled on Oregon clay, which moves fairly dramatically over the course of a year. There have been repaired cracks in the wall as long as we have lived here and they only grew worse over the years. And the roof leaked. And the beam over the doorway had rotted through. The space over the garage door had a scary bulge to it. It had to come down; the insurance company refused to insure the house if it remained standing. Today, it began the process. The roof first, then he blue wall closest to our house and green house. It was fascinating to watch and I caught the wall coming down in a series of photos.
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