“It may look like steel and concrete to you, but it’s living and breathing,” said Mr. Richards as he rested his arms on the guardrails.
“What? How can a city breathe, dad? That’s just silly,” retorted Arnold as he jumped up and down to get a better view.
Mr. Richard and his son stood like ants on the giant red bridge, peering out across the sea towards the great city. Ferries, large freight vessels, and the occasional crazy wind surfer passed under them. The wind whipping their hair this way and that as they sat, taking in the view.
“You never know a place until you’ve lived there. And here, well this one’s got to know me just as much as I’ve got to know it,” spoke Mr. Richard as he stared endlessly into space.
“What are you talking about?” came his son’s response.
“The City. Home.”
“....................”
“Sitting here, looking at it, you could never imagine it could ever bite back.”
“Now the city is biting and breathing?”
Sigh... "Just enjoy the view, son.”
Inspired by Luke Lasley’s Photograph, The Endless City
“What? How can a city breathe, dad? That’s just silly,” retorted Arnold as he jumped up and down to get a better view.
Mr. Richard and his son stood like ants on the giant red bridge, peering out across the sea towards the great city. Ferries, large freight vessels, and the occasional crazy wind surfer passed under them. The wind whipping their hair this way and that as they sat, taking in the view.
“You never know a place until you’ve lived there. And here, well this one’s got to know me just as much as I’ve got to know it,” spoke Mr. Richard as he stared endlessly into space.
“What are you talking about?” came his son’s response.
“The City. Home.”
“....................”
“Sitting here, looking at it, you could never imagine it could ever bite back.”
“Now the city is biting and breathing?”
Sigh... "Just enjoy the view, son.”
Inspired by Luke Lasley’s Photograph, The Endless City
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