Log Cabin

 

Boise Idaho, Phillippi Street.

Christmas

 

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Scenic 2C

 

1-2c-3Lock box.

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.