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."

Cutting Corners

Downtown Living. Imagine being on this sad excuse for a deck, looking out upon the sight of the Idaho Power building, then over to the Boise Corporation obelisk, then, finally, the foothills. Take the time to have a glass of wine, or two, while you prop your feet up on the formidable steel pipe railing. Put there for your safety. Then, complain about the band down at the bar, while you remain high above the fray. It's Downtown Living at it's finest.