Rundell between 10th and 11th
On the same street, more than one small, forlorn house sits empty, more than one window is boarded up. I saw no other lights, not even porch. It's not a vibrant neighborhood by any means. But there, a lone house beams from the dark, calling like a beacon all the way to University, all the way to Northwest Boulevard. Fantastical creations seem suspended in midair, a symphony of color and light that scream of riotous celebration, of joy, of holiday spirit, all the more beautiful for the starkness from which they spring.