I think I might have bored y’all into near stupor with my Mid-Century Modernist preoccupation so I’ve given myself a rigorous telling off and am staying clear of houses in rocks, rocks on the roofs of houses and even rocks in wonderful Palm Springs front yards.
Instead je presente rocks as rocks. Up the San Jacinto Mountains no less. OOh and a coupla’ flags.
Many more rocks (and stones) here: Where’s my backpack?