Parking Space | Asheville, NC | April 2019
The old concrete sits cracked and crumbling. Fissures and stains criss-cross the slab — relaxing behind a warehouse built a century ago — and reveal designs carved through decades of use. Wagons and trucks unloaded here. Heavy machinery toppled here. Ice, rain, weather gnawed here. Perhaps like the lines we see in our mirrors? Faces etched by work and family, worry and joy? Evidence of life lived.