I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Friday, December 16, 2016
More urban poetry
On the other hand -- who needs tinsel snowflakes when the soft golden light of an almost-winter afternoon can turn even the grittiest cityscape into something magical?
Labels:
clouds,
construction,
cranes,
light,
New York,
sky,
urban poetry
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