tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post5037412841731776738..comments2024-03-26T15:49:05.333-07:00Comments on Criminal Minds: A Room with a ViewJosh Stallingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913654176433125233noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-48261692968871638282015-03-01T04:16:46.194-08:002015-03-01T04:16:46.194-08:00Meredith, you must have been desparate to swap one...Meredith, you must have been desparate to swap one set of noice and confusion for the one of the café :) . In this house I pretty much write in the office, though sometimes I’ll go sit outside. But yeah, in the last house, I’d bounce around...sometimes off the walls.<br /><br />Thanks, Susan. Would love to see what you ‘could’ look at from your window!<br /><br />RJ, I guess a flickering TV fire is better than no fire. You could also opt for the fish tank. But yeah, the real thing is better. Anything’s better than a blank wall, at least for me. But Salinger used to write in a bomb shelter if I recall. At least I’ll bet it was quiet down there.<br /><br />Thanks, Robin. It’s nice. But I think your view tops ours. You have something we don’t in your view: water. And it really is beautiful. Some day we should do a house exchange... And since you mentioned coyotes, we hear them here all the time. And see them on occasion. Both on our street and when I walk the dogs up the canyon. Once there were two just a few feet away from us. It gave me pause. But they just looked our way, then went back to their business. It was actually a nice experience...that time. But another time on our walk we got surrounded (in a semi-circle) by a pack of wild dogs. That was scary. And we have mountain lions, but I’ve never seen one, and hope not to.<br />Paul D. Markshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15466234708772287399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-6781640963145340772015-02-28T14:32:40.821-08:002015-02-28T14:32:40.821-08:00Your canyon view IS to die for. There's someth...Your canyon view IS to die for. There's something about the red rocks, the muted edges of those hills, that makes me hear a coyote and feel wistful when I look at your photo.Robin Spanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16737267078602007725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-20687988835666957722015-02-27T14:46:24.394-08:002015-02-27T14:46:24.394-08:00Paul, I'm like you, I like to be able to look ...Paul, I'm like you, I like to be able to look at something interesting while I write, even if it is only a flickering fire, a real one not the TV version. But I suppose that could work too.RJ Harlickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08060655046361699727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-59616419662909902015-02-27T09:58:47.698-08:002015-02-27T09:58:47.698-08:00The middle photo is so pretty I thought it was an ...The middle photo is so pretty I thought it was an illustration! Looks a bit like Scottsdale, AZ. Someday, I'll post a photo of what I COULD look at from my window...write on!Susan C Sheahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18225627756540127032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-73452796566734544602015-02-27T09:12:44.976-08:002015-02-27T09:12:44.976-08:00Like you, I surf around my house depending on whet...Like you, I surf around my house depending on whether I need a view or not... I wrote in cafes when my child was a baby and I had to get out of the house (trading one noise for another)... Now I almost never do! Meredith Colehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00694011653129019961noreply@blogger.com