My plan to photograph wherever someone has blocked a Hillsdale easement (a practice--the blocking, not the photographing--allowed over the years by the City) begins behind our old family home. For the last 32 years it's been owned by someone else. Only this summer did they replace the original fence.
If I click enough zoom into digital version of a photograph taken in July, 1961, I can see that house even before the fence was built, when for landscaping Dad tried potatoes. (To prime the gumbo for grass, was the theory.)
The past peeks from most corners here. It's a secret space, what the mind turns to, west between Anderson and Uhrich.
If anyone looking out their kitchen window wonders what I'm doing out there in the easement back of their property line, I'll show them what's in my camera: landscapes, twelve feet wide.
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