We relocated to Rhode Island from California, and from the start Warwick felt different — driveways held boats and broken-down cars, and yard art was everywhere. When COVID limited our movement to walking and biking distance, I turned my lens toward what was directly in front of me: the lions, elves, turtles, flamingos, and lighthouses filling my neighbors’ yards. Over time, what began as documentation became something else — a portrait of a community seen from the outside, a love letter to an adopted hometown, and a time capsule of the Warwick I encountered before gentrification replaces its quirks with “Anywhere USA” sameness.