The Last Collapse of the Garage

I'm starting to realize how much I want my paintings to tell a story. I've been watching this garage, located next to the Roslindale Wetlands Urban Wild, for a couple years now, as it falls in on itself. Behind the wreckage are perfectly fine houses, and behind me as I take the photograph (no plein air this time) a curated urban wild is coming into existence. It's transitional.