One of Baltimore’s many marvels is the abandon with which its inhabitants perpetrate the strangest combinations of architecture.
This squat and rather brutalist garage gives the impression of having shouldered its neighboring houses aside to gain itself more room in which to display its own peculiar tendency.
Somewhat to my surprise, despite its apparent disinterest in comfortable cohabitation with its surroundings, the reflective windows nonetheless suggest an uneasy detente between itself and the trees around it.