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Splotch of the Day #1755

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Splotch of the Day #1755

I felt so vulnerable stopping to take this photo: tired and hazy, standing at the edge of an intersection, it seemed like a sudden oncoming truck could run me down without warning. There was no such threat, of course, and I made it home safely, but I want that scattered nervousness to be pinned to this photo.

Twice on my walk home I noticed how the double yellow lines were pooling from their boundaries like molten crayon, and it was striking how informal that was. The roads are built by hand, and the mess is the city worker’s signature: melting lines, splotches of reflector-glue that drip across the road, and the veins of a tire tread to pull it all together.

It’s nice to have these reminders that the city is made by people, and not just an anonymous municipal machine.

l’arrivée sur l’île
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Written by Umbrella Man

July 13, 2013 at 12:16 am

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