A pair of “Green Maidens” grace the Division Street entrance of this huge park, which opened to the public at the end of the 19th century. I photographed one of the statues from behind, hands on hips, as if she were gazing out at the city that has grown up around it. She has watched Tacoma change for more than 100 years, and seems a bit confused by the chaos that seems to exist just outside the entrance to the park. The incongruity comes in two forms: the statue is showing very human qualities, and its Victorian sensibilities seem very different from the turbulent city it now confronts.