I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Friday, November 17, 2006
The space where something was and the space where something is trying to be
My morning walk to work. This space where a building once was fascinates me. If you click to enlarge, you can see how many textures and colors there are in this small abandoned space. And I love this plant...fighting to find the light between the slates of a blind in a bank office.
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Gorgeous colours. I wonder what building was there before? And why it was taken down Hmmmmmmm?
Poor plant desperate for some light and fresh air!
Lovley post lj. Maybe I should take the camera to work with me, it might open my eyes!
Empty walls that are partially obscured...it is a Krylon sponsored delinquent community arts project waiting to happen...
H..I feel like that plant is actually saying hello (or "Help!") when I go by.
The building that used to occupy that space was a grand old lady. I'm surprised that Historic Preservation let it come down.
DM - Strange, isn't it that there's no graffiti? I find the space very beautiful and kind of eerie. Towards the back, at the bottom, the section of very old brick almost looks like it's a doorway.
"If I could, just, get a, root, out, there..."
Yeah Zhoen. That's a good translation. Stupid bank office venetian blind.
Thanks for sharing these little tastes of your daily walk - I love all the different colors/textures on the brick - it's lovely.
You know, PF - it's hard to turn around in Halifax without something "scenic" pop out at you. I'd kill for bit more weathered paint and collage of brick spaces.
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