Webbing around a construction site on West 51st Street in Manhattan.
The light makes the orange feel very festive, as though it's actually decorations for a party. And everyone's invited!
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
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1 comment:
You have such a great eye, Kathy. Thanks for bringing the magic in the seemingly mundane to light!
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