dear suburbs

Ah yes. backyards. people have those, don't they? well, not where I live. we don't even have a balcony. we have parks, but it's really not the same. peoplepeoplepeople and not much wild. Here I am in Aunt Marilyn's backyard in rural PA. Each house gets its own huge stretch of lawn. There are fields and farms and woods beyond. As I look at these now it strikes me how odd it is to have wild looking, asymmetrical tree branches, perfectly symmetrical power lines, and immaculately curated grass all in one shot. There is some hint of the indigenous landscape, but for the most part, the human need to control is prevalent. The pine trees are in perfect rows and clearly transplants. The larger, bare branched trees grow in a more odd cluster that makes me guess they were here first- long before the neighborhood developing. I grew up with backyards in most houses I lived in, but they never struck me as such an odd entity as right now.







th'outfit:
hat: vintage/thrifted
scarf: gift
sweater: beacon's closet
dress: thrifted in Japan
leg warmers: forever 21 (like 6 years ago?)