State land under 690 means the local police have no jurisdiction. Some homeless people live there, some for as many as eight years. Here are some pictures I took this week. It's a noisy place with the cars constantly rumbling overhead. I'm not sure I'd ever get used to it. There's order here: furniture gets rearranged, pots cleaned, rugs swept, unruly visitors thrown out. I've been invited back to take more pictures. When I drive by at night I see the fire under there and I think it's a sign of life, a habitation, and want to spend some time by that light. One man wanted a picture with me. I'm always shocked at this, but there I am with him.
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