Anyone who knows me knows that I am very much a country girl.  I have been living in cities for most of my adult life (which, now that I think about it, is a getting dangerously close to matching the number of years I spent as a child living in the country - eek!) but I think I will always prefer towering trees to skyscrapers, and meadows to paving stones.

As a survival mechanism, I've begun searching for beauty within my current urban environment:  trying to find things that inspire me in the overwhelming masses of brick, concrete and glass.  The first thing I started photographing was the gardens, of course, but that's another blog post.  I also found that by zooming in and looking more closely, the texture and details of the buildings themselves could be really beautiful and intriguing.

I first started this series while living in Fredericton.  The streets of our neighbourhood were lined with beautiful heritage houses, some of them lovingly maintained and in pristine condition, while others, often after being divided up into student-sized apartments, showed signs of disrepair and neglect.  It's hard to say which was more visually intriguing.  The city was all about peeling paint, worn brickwork, wrought iron and ivy.  You could say that Fredericton looked well-lived-in, full of character.  Gorgeous.