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I love how the 19th Century is just an inch below the surface
That snow we had has played havoc with the roads around where I live. The picture under the cut was taken just around the corner from our house, and honestly? I could have taken twenty like it... Except that would have been boring. One, though, is kind of fun.
I love that the Victorian cobbles still provide the strength and structure that we walk on.
I love that the tarmac crumbled in the cold, but they survive in almost pristine condition.
*thinks* I know that if they weren't there, there wouldn't be such handy channels for the water to seep through and the tarmac would survive better. But hey, logic? Why should I care about that? This is poetry manifest through urban infrastructure.
I love that the Victorian cobbles still provide the strength and structure that we walk on.
I love that the tarmac crumbled in the cold, but they survive in almost pristine condition.
*thinks* I know that if they weren't there, there wouldn't be such handy channels for the water to seep through and the tarmac would survive better. But hey, logic? Why should I care about that? This is poetry manifest through urban infrastructure.
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