callowhill

I’ve always adored those ignored, abandoned, overgrown and “in-between” places: The space between two houses where plants are growing over pieces of broken pottery. The city “drain” (which looks like a little green river) that’s covered in algae and moss. The space between park walls and the bushes planted against them. The inside of hollow trees. Little caves. The space … [Read more...] about A river of green through the Callowhill Cut