ABSTRACT
On the corner of the street where I grew up there lives a fire hydrant. It’s been there for years. You’d only know it was there if ever there was a need for it to wake up. Otherwise, it just sits there, a piece of set dressing actualizing the space, just watching the world unfold. It’s odd how that happens. How, something so pedestrian instantly completes an image inside our heads. It becomes exactly what is needed, offering its unique perspective. We see it, we know where we are. It’s comforting, isn’t it?
