Sunday, March 29, 2009
Steel and Red Bricks ( New York City)
R ed bricks seem to go on for ever in walls that reach up like long concrete arms, towards a sky that seems distant and small. Old buildings that have seen the passage of time, have felt the pain of a thousand broken hearts, and the happiness of just as many smiles. The imprint of time makes them look dark. Beautiful buildings of steel, tall, lean and proud, painted with colors that please the eyes, casting their dark shadow on man's daily rout, filled with people selling their hearts. They are...
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