If I did this, I would probably take pictures, not of the house, but of the fascinating view from our living room windows: We live across from a pocket park, and have a small tree growing literally out of one of our windows. The old landlord would come in and crop it in desperation, but the new slumlords, not so much. We just let it grow; it is our green rebellion. The windows are set in a curve, which is kind of cool–our building looks so funky from the outside, but the inside is the sort of low-income housing where they have linoleum. All through the apartment. (Better than welfare shag, but still.) Other pictures would be of the things on and above my desk–my Goku shrine and the illustration from the 16th century French book that went in my dissertation.