Dream House

Most things are closed on both Sunday and Monday in Tulsa, but we did find one super-cool thing: the Harweldon mansion. We wanted to see this because it supposedly has gargoyles, but we never found any.

Still, it is my dream house. (Remember, I don't want to actually own my dream house--it's too expensive and otherwise impractical. But that doesn't mean I don't have a dream house.) I never realized it before, but my dream house is gothic.



I'm a sucker for red brick. But check out that slate roof. And the pointy bits. And the totally awesome door. Here's another view:



Look how shapely, and how shaded. Check out the entry way:



Plenty of space, wood and stone walls, nice door opening, fancy lighting. And of course there's a library:



A bit too small, but the books are protected, and even the ceiling is fun, but not too crazy. And now check out the awesome breakfast nook (now apparently used as a bar):



Lots of space, lots of dappled light coming through pretty windows, brick walls. It's sort of fussy like Victorian stuff, but much more roomy. Big and stately and solid like a castle, but more homey.

I didn't see any sign of spiral staircases, revolving bookcases, or trap doors, but those could definitely fit in.

East Bank Trail

In the evening we walked along the East Bank Trail toward downtown where we thought we'd look for a restaurant. It got dark before we got into downtown, and I'm not sure it's easily connected anyway.

We started at this bridge.



From there, the water looks dangerous. There are interesting structures around. The one with a round hole in the wall is a public restroom.



Here's a nearby viewing platform. Ansel Adams might think it is too obvious.



Here is a nearby scultpure.