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The slowly bluing backdrop of the early morning gave more character to the eventual rooms of the nearing completion condo building than there will most likely ever be. Further into the lightening beam emitting sun, fully realized buildings were rectangles … Continue reading
The yellow flesh was off putting; especially so considering that the splayed remains seemed to cover a greater space than the trees could be remembered as taking up. Whether or not the guts of whatever innocuous growth was purposefully, almost … Continue reading
The increasingly less skeletal but still quite transparent small shreds of trees and brush obscure but don’t completely hide an unnecessary bridge. The south side of the highway contains both commuter and grunt rails. The north side perhaps once did. … Continue reading
Bucking the ire-inspiring trend of slightly wintery, aggressively rainy and windy and overall quite petulant trend of early April, Monday morning was warm and friendly. The large puff of rising steam from a more modestly statured building wasn’t matched by … Continue reading
Almost perfectly entirely grey, the cement coloured buildings of the St. Mary’s cement factory matched the barely blue and mostly dirty white sky. The diagonals running between the buildings create the only discernable difference between them and a series of … Continue reading