There's something so intriguing about brownstones. They are just so typically New York. Often when I drive the streets of Manhattan I wonder about the lives of these buildings...not the lives of those in the brownstones, but the life lived by the brownstone. Some are beautifully maintained and look like they have had a wonderful life and sadly others have crumbling facades and lots of damage. As I drove past this building I just loved the juxtaposition of tree and the building. It made me think of that classic "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn", but this was in Harlem.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
A TREE GROWS IN
There's something so intriguing about brownstones. They are just so typically New York. Often when I drive the streets of Manhattan I wonder about the lives of these buildings...not the lives of those in the brownstones, but the life lived by the brownstone. Some are beautifully maintained and look like they have had a wonderful life and sadly others have crumbling facades and lots of damage. As I drove past this building I just loved the juxtaposition of tree and the building. It made me think of that classic "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn", but this was in Harlem.
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