Undeveloped Country

It's rare to see a vacant lot in the thickly settled northern suburbs anymore. When you do see one, the contrast between something and nothing is striking.

The "nothing," of course, is very much something—a parking lot, in this case.

But the trees and the carpet of fallen leaves suggest a kind of contact with the land as it once was.

So without digging, just by stopping and looking, you become a pedestrian archeologist.

And I mean pedestrian in both senses.

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