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A rather crude brick feature at Easthampstead Shops. I suppose it was considered pretty cool at some point !
EFKE 25 on Canonet QL-17 G-III
Detail of interior brick wall at the new Victrola on Pike. It warms the cockles of my heart to see new businesses that respect the beautiful old bones and architectural details of the spaces they build upon.
Affectionally (and perhaps, not so affectionally) called "The Brick" because of its shape, and weight. When I saw it, I thought it looked kind of Steam Punkish, and I snatched it up right away. It's heavy enough to weigh a body down in a lake, IYKWIM. lol I believe that this is the Argus C3, which began to be manufactured in 1939, in Ann Arbor Michigan. More info can be found here. camerapedia.wikia.com/wiki/Argus_C3
The Schirrmeisterei located in the garrison of Dunholm.
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Builder: BoB and Wochenender (with support by Sylon)
Photo: Mr. Brick
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The house is a part of the CHRONO - Project by THE BRICK TIME - Team
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More information and pics up: THE BRICK TIME
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The circa-1897 Great Northern Grain Elevator in Buffalo, N.Y.
I love the timeworn brickwork on this 2.5 million-bushel monster and only wish I had some better light on it for this photo. The layered brick totals 2.5 feet thick.
Another up close and macro, this time the bricks of PICA, formerly the old Perth Technical School. Complete with carved tags from 1930 and before.
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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is for those with Seasonal Affective Disorder and those who are just plain tired of winter.