I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Urban poetry

These planks, stacked on a truck bed, were part of a construction scaffolding that was being taken down.

You would never have noticed them in place; they were just something to stand on. But piled up like this, they turn into a beautiful pattern of unexpected colors and textures.

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