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I call architecture frozen music.


I like lines on buildings, as some of my previous photographs can attest to. There is a potentially cruel consequence from wandering around armed with a camera looking for interesting images: I'm starting to appreciate, and indeed even like Brutalist architecture.

There. I said it.

I had a Trini Lopez kind of day yesterday. Fair dinkum, I was like little Trini with his hammer nonstop. I hammered in the morning, I hammered in the evening, I hammered out danger, I hammered out a warning, I hammered about the love between my brothers and my sisters.

Really, I hammered all over this land.

Thank Christ I didn’t have a bell!

[Yes, I am aware that it is Pete Seeger’s song, but there is a part of my heart that remains forever Trini...]
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tony said…
Lord! I LOVE your Photos.Have A Great Sunday.Regards
Tony.
22 March 2009 at 08:38
smudgeon said…
T'ain't nothin' wrong with brutalist architecture.
22 March 2009 at 17:11
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, I appreciate that, but I'm not a Lord (yet)...
22 March 2009 at 18:05
Kris McCracken said…
Me, you're still alive! Good to see.

Unless it's a different me I guess...
22 March 2009 at 18:06
Anonymous said…
I like 'brutalist architecture' only to take photos. but i would never want to live or work there.
22 March 2009 at 20:20
KL said…
I like the heading very much - architecture is frozen music. Very beautifully said.
22 March 2009 at 22:01
Stefan Jansson said…
That's a good one kris.
23 March 2009 at 03:04
Kris McCracken said…
April, if you live and work there, you don't have to look AT them because you're looking FROM them. That might be a strength!
23 March 2009 at 09:40
Kris McCracken said…
KL, that praise must go to somebody else, alas.
23 March 2009 at 09:43
Megan said…
Reminds me of the North by Northwest opening credits. Which is a good thing to be reminded of!
24 March 2009 at 15:06
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, it is a long time since I've seen that.
24 March 2009 at 19:25
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