My thoughts have gotten increasingly complicated about The End of Holderness Street, a three-year longitudinal photo essay I’ve been doing about a neighborhood where a community garden was eliminated (see the 111 photos to date here). I visit it every two months, including yesterday (pictured — you can see my cell phone, for scale). My next visit will be in July, which is the two-year anniversary of when I was first asked to come. Following that visit, I will be mounting a found-space art exhibit of select photos to date. I have some thinking (and praying) to do before then (see Interloper).