New Image

About New Image

The old lemon packing houses still stand at the edge of town, brick and timber left over from when Corona shipped citrus by the railcar. On a June morning the marine layer sits low over those roofs until ten, and that gray hour is a fine time to mow — the grass is damp, the cut is clean, the sun hasn't started pressing. New Image works those mornings across Corona's neighborhoods, mowing, edging, trimming, clearing what's left behind. A lawn changes character the moment the edge is defined; the same yard reads sharper, calmer, finished. That change, done again and again on schedule, is the whole job.