Nighthawks In The Suburbs
When my family first moved from downtown Denver to the suburbs nearly 12 years ago, I was excited because it was quiet, the new house required less maintenance, and my kids could ride their bikes up and down the street out front without worrying about traffic.
But I soon discovered I’m a city boy at heart, and started missing everything about the old place—the hustle and bustle of our remarkably diverse neighborhood, the ice cream shop with the Parisian café chairs, the creaky wooden floors of the crowded hardware store, and even our slightly dilapidated house, a three-story, 5,000-square-foot classic Denver Square that was built in 1899 but still had sturdy character despite undergoing many sloppy renovations during its long life.
Nothing in the suburbs interests me as much as it did in the city, not the people, the parks, or the businesses. But it’s city architecture that I miss the most.
City architects seem to work harder to make every home and neighborhood unique. Everything from roof lines and brick colors to porch and window styles is widely varied, often in the same block, and certainly from block to block. Although there are similarities between homes, each one tends to have several distinct and prominent features that separate it from its neighbors. It’s true even for apartment buildings. Within a few blocks of my old house, for example, there was a famous historic area named Poets Row, a long string of six very large apartment buildings, each with a singular design, each named for a different writer.
Most suburban homes, on the other hand, look about the same—bland, dun-colored variations of the wonderfully affordable ranch-style architecture first built in 1932 by architect Cliff May in San Diego, Calif., and popularized in the 1940s by Levitt and Sons, who used it in their famous planned community called Levittown, in Pennsylvania. Former company president William Levitt, who died in 1994, is widely credited as the father of modern American suburbia.
There are interesting architectural sights to see in the suburbs, of course, but I’ve struggled to find ways to capture them in photographs.
For me, suburban homes and buildings tend to be more interesting at night. That’s when the tiresome sameness of the architecture is cloaked in darkness, lights create interesting shadows and shapes, and the distances between points of light naturally draw your attention to the openness and space that tends to pull people out of the crowded city to the suburbs in the first place. Colors often seem to be more vivid at night in the suburbs, too, although I’m not sure why.
I think these photographs I took illustrate what I mean. They’re abstract, and I believe the abstraction combats the stifling similarity that plagues suburban life at the same it captures what’s best about living here.
Bottles in a Garden Window/MikeWJ
House on a Hill/MikeWJ
Ranch-Style Home at Night/MikeWJ



Know just what you mean about everything being so similar…and the houses are so close together. reminds me of sardines packed in a can. I love the house I found in the country (good ole country life). But the city is appealing only because my son would have neighbors his age and could roam the neighborhood safely getting into all the mischief kids that age love to create.
Country living, peace and relaxation or a clustered neighborhood of dirty little boys coming by for cookies? O_O
Kids really complicate the equation. We had four of them when we lived in downtown Denver, but it wasn’t a good place to raise them. My daughter, Rudy, was grabbed by a street person one afternoon while I was watching, for instance, and there was more than one gunfight in the alley behind our house. Still, I miss the neighborhood.
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Excuse me while I pick up my jaw.
You lived in a 5000 sq. ft. home? I don’t care how old it is, that is HUGE!
And I totally agree with you on the boring stucco villages. At least that is what is popular here in the Phoenix area. No character!
If I had a ton of money, I’d buy an older home with lots of character. And of course, with all that money, I’d have to pay for all the repairs!
But wouldn’t it be worth it?
Great pics.
I was a really BIG house. Three floors and a full basement. Had a nice workshop and a huge yard, too. It was right in the heart of Denver’s Capitol Hill. We bought it cheap when the market here was bottomed out and nobody wanted to live in downtown Denver. Then the whole area started gentrifying and we had people begging to buy it from us. Made a lot of money on it, too. But I miss the place.
I LOVE older houses. Hubby live in a similar older home in Fort Worth. His family finally sold it because it needed so many repairs.
I just about killed myself working on that house. It needed new plumbing, new electrical, new heat. It had a huge boiler in the basement — and awesome, firey thing with pipes like an octopus — and nothing was square. But it had character and it was built like a tank.
I have been an urban rat for the past 24 years. And, yes, the energy of the city is contagious. However, I am seeking refuge of a remote, country life-style again…beyond suburbia. Maybe it’s my age, but I now find the hustle and bustle far too distracting.
BTW, I really love Bottles in a Garden Window, very nice.
I was tired of it when I lived there, or so I thought. The noise of the traffic, for instance, used to drive me crazy. So, for a while, the sound of no traffic at night was very refreshing. Then it got to be creepy. Nobody seems to move around here after 8 p.m. In the city, though, I could look out my window at 3 a.m. in a blizzard and people would be walking and riding their bikes. Doing what, I probably don’t want to know. But it was fun.
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ahhhh, you cant fool us. those arent abstract images, you were just sneezing while you took the pictures, right?
Caught me! Actually, I have bad eyesight. Everything’s abstract to me.
The sameness does get dull. Going into the city is fun and stimulating but not where I want to live. My oldest daughter is an urban girl, she thrives in the atmosphere, walk anywhere (during the day), small neighborhood feel. Easy bar hopping too!
You can’t bar hop anywhere like you can in the city. Sometimes we’d just go from restaurant to restaurant, too, sampling a bit of this and a bit of that. Here, you have to hop in your car and drive 15 miles to the next strip mall, only to discover that the restaurants there are the same as the ones at the strip mall you just left. I do like the Macaroni Grill, though.
I’m more of the Oliver Wendall Douglas type. Give me country living any day of the week. I love old farm houses best. We live in the house that belonged to my maternal grandmother. (It still contains memories from my childhood).
The “Ranch-style home at night” photo is my favorite. Awesome.
I used to love that show. The lyrics of its theme song bear repeating here:
Green acres is the place to be
Farm living is the life for me
Land spreading out,
so far and wide
Keep Manhattan,
just give me that countryside.
New York
is where I’d rather stay
I get allergic smelling hay
I just adore a penthouse view
Darling, I love you,
but give me Park Avenue.
Houses named after different writers? Parisian chairs at the coffeehouse? That sounds fabulous! Unfortunately you have to think about the safety of kids so the move to the burbs was a good one. We live in a mixed area. “This Old House” magazine listed us as one of the best bargains for an old house a couple of weeks ago. However, not every house around here is old. Also, there is the problem with trash throwing, gang banging and general crime. Our house is 104 years old. It’s cute, but drafty.
I’ve probably romanticized city life in my mind. Actually, now that I think about it more carefully, it really was a hellhole. I’m surprised we weren’t murdered in our sleep, or didn’t freeze to death in winter from all the drafts.
For me, it’s not so much the architecture that draws me to where I want to live, but the water. I grew up in the archipelago, never far from the sea. Always driving my boat or taking a swim, followed by the sauna, of course. I could never imagine living in a place where there is no water, no sea or ocean nearby. Even though I live in a big (by Finnish standards) city now, I am just a short drive from the sea and that’s the way I like it.
Ah, water. One of my biggest regrets in life is that I don’t live near the water, which I love. I wrote a whole post about it a while back. Perhaps you, like almost everybody on the planet, didn’t read it. I thought it was quite good. It’s the water, and the city, that make New York City and Vancouver my two favorite cities in the world.
I was always with Lisa Douglas on the appropriate location for civilised living, but I don’t mind the country on occasion — and for short periods of time. But the suburbs make my skin feel clammy and hurt my eyes. (Like you, however, that’s now where I live: and not even the suburbs of Toronto (a real city), but of St. Catharines (a small town that slept with some government official for the privilege of getting the title “city.”)
On the other hand, you’ve actually managed to make them look interesting and artistic. Congratulations. Keep sneezing.
St. Catharines? They couldn’t even spell it correctly? See, that’s what’s wrong with the suburbs. They should be tied to the spiked wheel and flogged in the name of the real virgin-martyr.
You’re correct… those suburban buildings look WAY better at night!
It seems to me that if you photograph them in daylight, they tend to look like what they are–cheap, boring, utilitarian places to live. At night, however, they take on a more comforting quality.