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Fruit Tree, Bussey Brook Meadow, 2009
from the series Boston’s Emerald Necklace
The Bussey Brook Meadow rests on the outskirts of the Arnold Arboretum in Boston. I'm frequently attracted to this swampy, less groomed area outside the stone walls and across a highway from the main gardens. What it lacks in manicure and formal structure, it more than makes up for in the kind of energetic impulse lowland swamps have with abrupt flooding, fast growth and dazzling seasonal changes. For me, this crabapple feels like an explosion, a surprise of yellow juxtaposed against the brown fall colours.
The everyday wilds encountered by a city dweller often amount to a space shaped at least as much by hands as by nature’s impulses. The beauty of public parks and green spaces that may at times seem effortless, often hides the underlying mechanics of toil and care. The Emerald Necklace is one of the country’s oldest series of parklands. It exists as a chain of parkways and waterways stretching 1,100 acres from the hub of Boston’s Back Bay to the outlying neighborhoods of Roslindale and Roxbury. Its history reveals a visionary creation, overdevelopment, neglect, and renewed efforts at restoration and maintenance.
Moving to Boston four years ago from New York City, I was intrigued by this incongruous swamp with a city growing out of it. Passing through an eclectic commingling of roads and traffic, community gardens, birds and mud, I eventually arrived at the Arnold Arboretum. At the southern end of the Emerald Necklace, this 265-acre tract of land is home to the most diverse collection of trees in the United States. It is the country’s oldest public arboretum, the garden of gardens.
Over the past two years, I have been photographing this area with a large-format camera. I am continually struck by how this land is brought to a kind of order through a combination of rivers and plumbing, hills and stonewalls, mulched footpaths and untameble lowland swamps. It’s a complicated place where order and unencumbered growth exist atop one another, reflecting the way we live in a dance between different, if not entirely opposite forces.
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