So I'll just be playing by myself over here.
At least DT Dave played with me a bit in the SF thread. (Thanks, Dave, now holed up again in Delhi--not the good Lower East Side kind.)
Alameda. Let's stay there a bit more.
Crossing the Fruitvale Bridge this time. Here, I am looking northwest toward the Park Street Bridge--Oakland to the right, Alameda to the left.
Now, I am on the Alameda side. Oakland is across the Estuary.
I bike to Alameda Island and stay there most of a day, where I like to look at the houses. You often meet others doing the same. It's very flat and easier to navigate than Oakland, Berkeley or San Francisco. House peeping doesn't get old. I always find things I've never noticed/seen before. Better Victorian
variety of styles than San Francisco or Oakland, I think. Alameda is lacking only the attached rowhouses. Parts of Alameda, structurally and visually, resemble Berkeley, in many ways, and Alameda's buildings are now better cared for than Berkeley's.
Heading west/northwest from the Park Street commercial district as it becomes more residential, within a few blocks.
The above Parks and Recreation Building faces this.
You get a lot of that in Alameda. You may find two or three similar styles in a row.
Then, there will be an ugly modern tract-style house, or an uglier motel-style apartment block.
(I know. I know! I won't show one of these again. Promise.)
It's almost all very tasteful in this part of town. The dichotomies are smile-inducing.
You may have this...
...diagonally sited across from this.
There are subsequent blocks of dueling churches. Too many.
(This is the first church established in Alameda during 1853, though this building is from 1909.)
Housing styles here are all over the map, but the Victorian style rules for most of the island, except on the extended western shoreline where the post-WWII ticky-tacky (frequently basementless ranches) abound on sandy landfill.
Also, the area northwest of Webster Street where the Naval Airstation was, is pretty barren, grim and ugh! Lots of this being built.
No more of that to be seen here anymore. Just going to stick with the pretty, fluffy, ornamental stuff.
Now for reduced verbiage. A cavalcade of pics.
What would you call this hybrid style?
Variety in a row.
In case you were pining for a taste of New England Colonial
Hunting lodge by the lake.
The Tudor awaits, too.
Country hobbit on steroids.
Mediterranean... something or other.
Elizabethan from ... Sears?
Many of these are on the same stretch of street, maybe not the same block, or within the same neighborhood. You can have a mansion next to an Arts and Crafts, two bedroom bungalow. Unfortunately, it was difficult to get the right angle to capture the absurdity of this. You'll have to come look for yourselves. I cannot do
everything for you!
Stucco ... French Provincial ... Medieval ... Psshhh. Damned if I know what they were aiming for. Check out the two like-minded Victorian mash-up attempts in the background, too.
Grandma's house...
...with this behind it.
Or this row of misfits...
...punctuated by this -- from the drafting table of Mike Brady.
Far too many of these, which are alright, as long as they are intermingled with contrasting homes and aren't clustered like public housing...
...or military barracks.
Asking price: $1.1 million. Are they kidding?! 4 br 2 ba on a sizeabale 7K lot. Ummmm... are they living in this economy? (It's not waterfront, not even water view.)
Most of the East Bay flourished after the 1906 quake. Many people escaped smouldering and crumbled San Francisco and flocked to Oakland, Alameda and Berkeley by ferry with whatever they had remaining. Between 1907 and 1926, Alameda expanded, beginning with these displaced arrivals, especially the wealthy, who set up their former (and new) companies all over the county, and who built homes on larger, ready-to-build parcels than they could acquire in San Francisco.
I've done a few architectural tours in the city of Alameda. Though the buildings all look familiar and have some significance, like the one above, I can't recall any info about most of them.
On a house this big, what were they thinking?!
Then there's this house.
Must have been built by somebody who was working class but was showing off with some newly acquired wealth.
It is in a part of Alameda where the other homes are very basic cottages with minimal ornament, and are on small-ish, narrow, single lots.
Time to say goodbye to Alameda Island.
However, before we do, I did the following for you Ron and Beton Brut, even though I said I would never EVER do this again.
I biked, well walked the bike, through the Posey Tube from Alameda to Oakland.
A very narrow walkway. With the opposite side walkway closed, it's impossible not to brush up against the walls and railings...
...especially when another cyclist was coming toward me from the opposite direction. I had to lift my bike over his and we both had to squeeze by like some minor game of ... I dunno, telephone booth?
Here's some tunnel dirt for ya BB.
You can see the body-brushed marks left on the walls as people squeezed by each other. Disgusting! (Where's my vent scrubber! Heheh)
Out the other side.
Whew. Deafened, dirty, and one year down on lung capacity. Worth it? Nope. Sorry. Look what I do for you.
Back in Oakland, deposited into Chinatown, pedal home like the Dickens to scrape off the soot.