Their Home Was
So, my boyfriend and I were driving from Queen Anne to Capitol Hill by way of Denny around 10 this morning when what should we see along Denny—on one of those small, junked up traffic islands with a patch of grass on it—but a camping tent, presumably with people inside. Here’s a hastily snapped Polaroid.
Here’s a zoom-in on the discarded cardboard by the side of the tent. It reads “OUR HOME WAS” and then, apparently, whoever was making the sign gave up.
It’s kind of beautiful, if you don’t think about it too much. The photos are by Hunter Bronn.