One of the houses that I grew up in had a great, big balcony off of the master bedroom. I took this photo on moving day, when it was empty, save for a plant that grew around the banister. But we used to have lounge chairs out there, where I spent countless hours trying to perfect my tan. Of course, it was also a great place to have a chilled glass of wine on a hot East Coast Summer night! In my two-bedroom San Francisco apartment, the closest thing I have to a balcony is an outdoor staircase that leads to the trash bins — not so picturesque. I dream of the day I might catch some UV-rays from the comfort of my house again.
How about you? Do you have a balcony?