Her neighborhood was magically quiet. Not at all how I imagine an American neighborhood to be, Saturday, midday. All the people, where are they?

But, two cars in most driveways, why is that?  There is this sense of sleepiness, not even the distant boom boom from a TV or radio in the air, leaking out from a teenager’s bedroom somewhere.

Then, as  always happens, just as I am getting used to this idyllic landscape, there comes the great macho roar, of jets roaring through the sky, her voice, as she records all this , is lost in the deep dark growls of the fighting machines.

The quiet will find its way back though. And the silliness of the street, the rather too functional, too expensive houses, fight against the calm, and I am happy to say lose quite badly.

Watching this world through her camera lens, I get the sense that, somehow it has, in many small important ways, retained its sense of tranquility, even through the centuries. But what’s with all the cars?