I'm pretty sure the structure above is an old icehouse, possibly used to store produce or dairy products for a neighborhood delivery route. The door, more than a giant's step above the ground, is obviously meant to provide an opening for
stuff, as opposed to people entry. The handle is heavy-duty, to make sure that the thick, insulated door stays good and tight.
Just last week, I was walking down this, one of my favorite alleys, and look at who I found. Sitting up on that heavy-duty handle, daring any passerby to try opening it.
That's one ferocious warrior cat-woman ... lion lady ... leopard lass. I think she may belong to a local blogger; I'm about to check it out. Hope I have better luck than I did in asking The Google about icehouses. No, I didn't want to find out about Australian rock groups or Texas beer parlors.
Here's what Wikipedia had to offer by way of information; it's a long and honorable history, by the way.
A bent oak tree, courtesy of the electric utility, which cut off the upright bole to protect its lines.
My favorite large ant nest aboil with residents suddenly warmed out of winter lethargy.
A pothole puddle left from our last storm plus the dead traffic cone that obviously wasn't sufficient warning.
An alleyway dwelling....
Sycamore limbs outlined by a bright sun.
A steel wool rosette in the neighborhood grocery store.
And the wonderfull old, old windmill at the Sharlot Hall museum. Enjoy. I did!
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