This photograph reminded me of the stories my father used to tell me about his time growing up in his home country of the Dominican Republic. I remember this one time, back when I was younger and complaining about being bored, that was when my dad would describe to me the games he would play with a lone flat tire, like rolling it down a hill to chase it.
The barren street reminds me of the image I had seen in my head from my father’s anecdote. The piece, along with the other photographs, create an actual image reference of what I imagined.
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