Lush green grass, the buzz of air blowers, hidden alleyways for disposal bins and sidewalks lined with maintenance trucks, accompanied by repetitive weekly street cleaning signs.
The neighborhood of Beverly Hills.
Cracks in pavement, peeling facades, discarded trash and the recognition of energy expended — cleaning, editing and covering among a constant unfolding, growing plants and human nature.
Observations of an exhausting fight with degradation and the pursuit of perfection, notes of small disruptions in a city of wealth and designer pursuits.