Too much is never enough
As I sat down to write a critique of someone's excessive use of something—color, in this case—I realized that I now have three computers running in my office and just one person to use them. I should be careful about criticizing too much of something, I guess. But there's a reason for the three computers (actually it was four a bit earlier): I'm trying to get several different interactive pieces I've done in the past installed on my older computers so that when people come to our New Year's Day party I can show off some of the work that rarely gets seen.
So I'm going to talk about overdoing things anyway—call me a hypocrite if you want to.
This house is too much. Too many colors, too many flags. You can use multiple colors to highlight a home's architectural features or you can overwhelm them with too many different colors.
I was thinking that they'd used all the colors in a box of crayons until I 
walked a half a block farther down Franklin and spied on the sidewalk the obvious inspiration for the color scheme.
I don't know why this bothers me—obviously it's none of my damn business what color anyone paints their house—but for some reason it does. The word "gaudy" keeps popping into my head. Oh well, there are certainly worse things than that.
Gray day at the beach
Maybe this is it: it's winter, a gray season. Things are supposed to look like this, soft colors of gray, blue and brown of the beach at Edgewater Park looking northwest towards Lakewood's Gold Coast apartments.
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