This place called Oakland is a land of striations, tactile layers, erasures, walls with potential, green space with nested flowers and trees and raised beds raising treasures from the earth......It is a juxtaposition of old and new, expansion and contraction, quiet and soundfilled, raising and falling.......hushed and vibrating....
I seem to always be driving when I come and go from home...
So today I stopped.
Got out of the car.
And captured some of the unrecognized willing and wanting to be recognized.