The sickly orange haze on the horizon
Its blurry when you first stumble upon it
The rain, the darkness, the ominous landscape
A light shines in the distant abyss
Starting to see a path now
Closer
A skeleton
But is half-dead or half-alive
A tanglible resurrection
And still our monuments stand that once screamed vengeance to the heavens, now the broken jaw of our lost cities...
A yet there's life here still...
These streets, so pretty, but here?
The old city still stands, desparate now
A lamp-post, lonely, shines against the frigid darkness...a fairy tale?
But I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream so long ago...
A now these glass panes let a tiny million lights shine through against the darkness
This old building...I'm surprised it still stands
Alive after this long dead winter
Just waiting for the right season to come
Where two worlds will meet
I can barely see inside now...to make out the signs...
I can only imagine what riches lie behind these locked doors
...shining so brightly...
1 comment:
Wow ... I would like to hear more about the travelogue - where were the first images taken? The others? That "half-house" in the first shots is incredible in that lighting - did you have to hit it w/ a light? I like the narrative and I do feel the question of urban renewal - not always a good thing, esp. in Smithson's eye ...
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