Like totems from a bygone age, forgotten now but once so common they were unseen. Even when the fabric of the houses were well into demolition, these totems remain: black steel and wire spiders against a grey sky
When my time comes, I wouldn't mind a memorial like this. There's an appropriate look of regret at the passing of the person whose...
And separate aerials for different channels. Aerial affluence and analogue aspirations!
ReplyDeleteOnce in a while, I'll see a random antenna left on an old house, and it makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteReminders of growing affluence during my childhood.
ReplyDeleteThey were/are ugly things. It saddens me to see demolition going on even though I know it is necessary in some cases but that was someones home once.
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