Untitled © Rose Tarman

Something about this image breathes inside of me. A monster is growing. Arcing tendrils of leaves churn above a streak of wood and pavement. I’ve had this scene stuck in my mind for months; I’ve passed this spot only twice before I made this photograph. Originally I decided to finally confront the image in my mind because of something that has now been lost to time, a simple red spraypainted phrase “no magic here,” though for me that phrase holds everything I see in this photograph, even without it being spelled out in red. Once I finally got off the bus at the right stop the fence was newly repainted, I'd lost my prize. But then again, I still achieved it, didn’t I?

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