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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Urban poetry

Getting back to a routine slowly: I've been sick since Panama, and have too many things going on that I have to handle with half a brain.

So late but better than never, here's a piece of urban poetry in the Bronx. These metal plates represent sandhogs (the construction workers who build the tunnels and caissons underground) who were killed in the line of duty, laid out in a sidewalk with a rippling pattern like water.

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