Across the street is similar housing, which appears to be in decent condition, yet even some of it is boarded up. The closest nearby building is a national guard armory.

This public housing is isolated between the valley of a railroad and the surgical incision of an interstate. Several bland, ailing, four lane roads also cut the opposite direction through the area.

Clearly, many cannot afford cars though. Earlier a father walked by, taking his kid home from school.

The mottled dirt below this highway bridge is the "pasture" for the police horses, with a stable on the other side. As to what's leeching off of the hill, the fence, the bridge, I sure don't know.

People live under either side of that bridge, and the one I'm standing on.