This is out my back door the other day, looking up at a summer's day drawing to close, and noticing the faint pink blush on the clouds starting to hint at the sunset.
It's always incredible to me how New York can create such beauty in the midst of all this brick and concrete. But there it is, staring me in the face, every single day.
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the way you composed the image, i almost didn't recognize the space. the newness, unfamiliarity or nonrecognition of something kind of adding to its beauty.
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