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.

Bellevue Parade, Lota

Photography by Julie-Ann Ellis

Bellevue Parade

Photography by Julie-Ann Ellis

The crooked theme in this post is in reference to the crooked sign outside of my crooked home.  Bellevue Parade was once called Ann Street and runs from the Esplanade to Lota Creek. I may live in a crooked house but living in the corner of Lota is pretty special.