A Change is a Change, No Matter How Small
The railroad is being repaired, the British are coming, the world is ending. Why did I assume a city street would remain static and unchanged? I guess I didn’t have much faith in this block to entertain me with it’s upkeep and antics. One can understand my low expectations if they sat here as long. These photos make me question scale of change: What don’t I see and what are the significance of those changes? Egocentric, maybe. Curious, definitely.


