A MOTIONLESS PLACE

After quitting time and with no occupants, a construction site is a motionless place, stuck in time. I happened upon these housing structures on a Saturday morning, and so it was: surrounding a court and nestled between existing residential buildings at varied moments within their respective life cycles, this humble place exudes more than the physical dimensions of space. It sits bearing witness to both ascending and descending stages of ruin, one holding memories past, the other embedded with those to be manifest by families, children, the aged.

I wonder: What stories will these homes ultimately tell? What will they enable, and what will they observe?.