I’ve always liked this house on West End Ave. The entrance is on the side.
I couldn’t get a straight on angle to photo the door. It has nice details on the top and in the surrounding arch.
And here’s some flowers I saw while walking along Columbus Avenue.
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This house is
painted with blackness
form, kills all architecture–
it lives deep below
be seen what hides be-
neath skin what
this house is not afraid–
it contains no heart
When it breathes
in, it drains out—it
knows all of
without names—it stands until
it falls down inside
you around—what can’t
be placed in
scape—what remains unmoved where
you least expect it
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
Onedrawingdaily, an architecture student, has been doing some watercolor city scenes, which brought to mind an old sketchbook I ran across awhile ago. Sometime in the late 1970’s–I think 1977, although the sketchbook isn’t dated by year–I went to Italy with a friend who was an architecture student.
I don’t normally draw buildings, but we must have spent time doing so, because, well, here they are.
Many more of the drawings are of sculpture; I’ll post some of those too one of these days.