We walk the dogs in a park that once was a water treatment plant. Turn of the century technology sits in ruins.
This stack of stones at one time was a fountain, revealed by a citizen on a volunteer privet eradication vendetta. As he has cleared away undergrowth from the neglected park of leash-free dog trails, he has found stone benches left from a time people would go on Sunday picnics at the shoal creek of the waterworks. The concrete dam that held a small reservoir has been dynamited, the cisterns and pools are overgrown, the pump house in ruins. A remaining brick wall is a canvass for taggers all the way to the gable ocular. Springs gurgle from the dirt, headwaters that lead to the creek. Steep hills surround the ruins, and at the last moments of sunset I shoot a singular tree in shadow but for the topmost branches that grab the final low-light like a reaching net.
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