Time Flies 01

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Time in a neighborhood does not move at a single speed.

Sometimes it passes in plain sight: two figures crossing in front of a tired facade already carrying several layers of weather, neglect, and reuse.

Or it may be that it’s measured more formally, under a public clock, only to be mocked a moment later by a bird cutting across the frame as if to illustrate the point too neatly.

And sometimes it seems to stall altogether, settling into an empty lot, a rusting container, and a cat with nowhere particular to be except exactly there.

These three images are small notes on that uneven motion: passing, counting, waiting. The neighborhood needs, wants and accommodates all three without hesitation or fear of contradiction, for there is none.