I spent the afternoon tracing the mortar lines on a crumbling brick wall from 1889. The bricks were fired unevenly, each one a different shade of rust and clay. You can tell a lot about a city by what it leaves to decay.
I spent the afternoon tracing the mortar lines on a crumbling brick wall from 1889. The bricks were fired unevenly, each one a different shade of rust and clay. You can tell a lot about a city by what it leaves to decay.