11th Avenue Appalachia

Here's the dirt pile currently on 11th Avenue, a product of emergency sewer repairs. Every time I walk by it it's so hard to keep from running over it, which I know would be a terrible thing to do and might cause me to disappear into a sink hole. One of the repair men told me they'll finish this work tomorrow, but I can hardly believe such a large dirt pile, this micro-Appalchian ridge rising out of the Avenue, could disappear so quickly. I'll be sad when it's gone, because when it's gone it will be gone forever. And all the houses, no longer dwarfed by its heft, will start to seem really big again. So I took this picture to remember it by. I'm feeling very sedimental these days.