It took a couple trips to the Central Valley for me to finally articulate why something has been catching my eye. Watching the farmland roll by while I stared out the window (that I got to be a passenger for the first time in years undoubtedly helped here), I realized that it’s not the repeated forms that have been drawing my attention but rather the actual domesticated plant life that I find interesting.
As a native of the Santa Clara Valley, I’m old enough to remember orchards along El Camino Real and greenhouses along Central Expressway. Neither of those exist anymore. We have different trees planted in the same kinds of patterns now.
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