My friend GA lives in a village that was absorbed by the larger city centuries ago. Because he loves the village, he is forever fighting the destructive encroachment of the city. The forces of commerce continually seek to destroy the existing fabric of the village, and replace it with the shining bauble of the moment, while pretending that nothing has really changed. To find the unchanging (or rather the slow changing), one need only look in a small village, like this one.
I know that I have taken pictures of this very truck for the past two years. I doubt if the truck is in working order so there it sits, only the light changes. It is quite near C’s house, built in about 1895 and a mobile home, which was put on the spot 10 years or so ago.
From the front porch one sees the vacant lot (vacant for at least 40 years) and M and N’s house on the right. The large tree is in the yard where Grandma lived, next to a vacant lot (also vacant for at least 40 years), then a house with a crumbling prostitute’s shack in the back (probably unused for a century or more) , and some family homes.
The view across to the mesa seems unchanged.
Until you consider the constantly changing effects of the light and sky. Like Monet with his multiple renditions of the same scene, one could look at this view every day and find something new about it.
Of course one pays for the unchanging nature of this place with inertia. There is no real estate jackpot to be made in selling the family home (unlike the tourist city that is further south), there are no jobs to be had, travelers do not stop here, there is no nearby market to shop for things (although one can still buy booze and crisps here). But life goes on in a steady tempo, at least some families will always be here, I hope.
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