dream yard

On the way to dinner last night I did a double take while passing this overgrown hill. Three quarters of the way down a residential street on Fulton, it is sandwiched between two homes like a sort of jungly intermission. It's just the kind of place I would have loved to live next to as a kid--seems to contain an infinite amount of imaginative possibilities, feels a bit like the vegetational equivalent of a woolly mammoth, houses a wide variety of junk to be scavenged, etc. Below is a clip, along with my rambling narration: 

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