Yesterday Major Tom calls up with a load of fancy plywood that he needs to move into the shop… each one pricy, so He doesn’t want to ding it up… Naturally I agreed, but the heat the hot heat and sweating oy! But he’s letting me have the scraps to paint on… and the Red Stripe tasted cold and delicious after all that lifting. Later we walked out to breath the air around Tom Paine.
I have always loved this moment of early modernism beneath the gothic bridge. It is controversial and I’m not certain of its landmark status. It is supposed to be an important early international style building, I think. Problem is, they all look like public schools now… though this does have a certain quailty to it… it sits like that little light house in the children’s book. Something about the clash of style, sings.
