I'm watching out for you

 

 

I eye skyin sky for IDP

I was walking to my car, parked a fair distance away, when I came up next to a person who works here. I tried to get them to cross the street against the light. They refused to do it. Said they would get reprimanded if someone saw them on the security cams.
This is what surveillance society is all about. Not that it is necesarily a bad thing to protect people from themselves. This is how small towns work, where people who you know and know you are likely to be watching. This is a controlling aspect of humanity.
It can be a good thing. But, I felt a little strange about this. There was no-one coming on either street, no-one around. There was no harm in crossing.
But, the person waiting felt compelled to behave. I still can't decide if that matters.

Native Plant Restoration

 

 

Near the scar, and close to where the old railroad yard was. It's good work, really. Although it seems that, if just left alone, the plants take over again in no time.

Filling A Hole

 

The bankers have come at last, to save the block and fill the whole. I mean, THE HOLE! At long last. I am interested to see what compromises are made, and how it is built.
And maybe, how it lasts. Time will tell.

Row 33 Detritus

 

Where the sacred vehicles come to be cannibalised. Fords by Fords, Subarus by Subarus.
All play their parts, all ply their parts. It costs a dollar to come in the yard, and you have to sign a waiver promising not to sue.
Off you go.

BoiseHole Is Filled With Zion

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Holding On For Dear Life

On An Alley, Near A "Free"way <><>
The fingernails are bloody, but someone still lives here. You can tell by the relatively well maintained car parked on the other side, and the window air conditioning unit.
The gravel lawn, with a few weeds standing guard, only lends to the charm. (Xeriscaping) It fits into it's surroundings. Two gravel parking lots, an auto shop, a car wash, the freeway connector.
I salute this shack, trying it's best to hold on in the face of automobile tyranny.

Turd Polishing

Window Washing 

This is an Eighties, semi brutalitarian structure, having a wash. I told Dwayne Carver, who was sitting in his convertible in front of the RecordHut, where I work. We were also fascinated by this insurance company come on vehicle, a roving billboard of hands trying to convince gullible kids to waive their student insurance fees. We were thinking that some art major got paid a pittance to come up with that idea, then we realized it was probably stolen from an intern with a fixation on the Bob Fosse film "All That Jazz."