Sometimes,
I prefer the alley. Don't get me wrong, there are a LOT of attractive
storefronts and building facades that draw me in...with my money, and
the promise of a multitude of ways to spend it. I'm not immune, not by
any means, but my eyes don't always see what the vendors want them to
see, and they can be a little more obstinate than some. Sometimes,
there's as much outside the store, as inside, to appeal to one's eye.
LOOK AT THIS ALLEY. How can you not love this? The color of the brick, the stone, the windows reflecting the day; the textures, the design, the purpose...it speaks, quietly, but forcefully..."See me?" "I'm not adorned in all the fancy...and I wear what I wore when born. Nothing new to replace the shabby...nothing new to replace the worn."
LOOK AT THIS ALLEY. How can you not love this? The color of the brick, the stone, the windows reflecting the day; the textures, the design, the purpose...it speaks, quietly, but forcefully..."See me?" "I'm not adorned in all the fancy...and I wear what I wore when born. Nothing new to replace the shabby...nothing new to replace the worn."
What
beauty there is, in this alley...the color, the form...the graceful...falling from grace. The building's facade has been primped,
adored, and adorned. Take a step around the corner, and go around to
the back; see what's been forgotten...what's been allowed to grow
old naturally, gracefully...and beautifully. I love the alley. How can
you not love the alley?
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