 In 2018, while visiting China, I captured a series of photographs, and this particular one is part of that collection. It is a panoramic view taken while traveling on a high-speed train from Shenyang to Beijing. I find it fascinating how the camera's "brain" is attempting to process the fast-moving scenery outside, which contrasts with the slow-moving rain droplets trickling down the window.
 The picture shows how the two boundaries of a single property have been joined together to create the impression that they belong to neighboring houses. The spaces at the border have become the focal point, implying what kind of neighbor this household would be to itself. As a result, the exterior perimeter has now become the defining feature of the interior space.
I'm interested in midwest suburban lawns and property boundaries. There seems to be a standard language of visual connective tissues between properties. So standard are the conventions of this vocabulary that I can take images of almost any two properties (even at significantly different eye levels) and splice them together with very little disruption. I know that most of these lawns are cookie-cutter concepts, but I have recently become more aware of the non-verbal, territorial-marking languages that occur at the borders.
 Gustav Fechner (1801-1887), physicist and early psychologist, set out to prove that plants have souls; he couldn't. I was reflecting on Fechner's idea, as of late, in relation to my new beekeeping hobby. I allowed myself to imagine, just for a little while, that bees were like sweet (pun intended) little vampires that fly around sucking the souls out of flowers. To me the above image is a poetic utterance, a glorious pool of regurgitated flower souls.
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