Driving to work this morning, I was stopped at a red light by the side of this lovely little house. I have seen this many times but never had the opportunity to take a shot of it.
The shot is taken through my cars front window and I think it must be the curve on the windscreen that have curved the house, reminding me of this poem.
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
