where i work , they started to build no buldings .. they spanded from the old build and add four new small buldingns.. it gave use more storage and two rooms that are being used for research..
this is the place where i used to live. Its not that great, but its something. I love this place. Its not a home, rather its a store but i lived on top of it. I remember helping the store manager with his watch makings every day after school. It was my first real job.
buildings create a beautiful scenery. skyscrapers line my sidewalk as i walk to school each morning. who thought God would bless me with such beauty every school day. dallas arts magnet changes my view on life, the buildings are simply Gods art to me.
The buildings scraped the sky, and flecks of blue fell everywhere.
Clouds soaked and streaked the dusty windows
And people ran about, waving their arms.
Buildings are tall, they like to be made of brick, and mortar, and things of that nature. They sometimes have windows. Sometimes people have no buildings. They live anywhere. Anywhere a building can be, but is not. That is what happens when building buildings.
Tall, short, wide or thin. They form the structure for us to create a society within. They range in age, just like us and often change too.. just like us. Buildings.
Buildings, she was sourounded by all kinds of buildings, full of people and yet she felt very lonely. People looked throught the windows but they couldn’t see her. What did this mean?
Buildings. Tall and austere, and all alike, rising into the sky. I live in one of them, and I could never recognize it from afar until a friend pointed it out to me. But lately, he doesn’t need my company anymore. I don’t want to sound like a clingy little whiny person, but I do miss my friend.
is a place i live, is a place to be protected, is a place to meet people, is a place to keep your stuff, is a place to be creative, is a place to sleep, is a place to keep our history, and last but not least is a place to be together!
tall scuptural things of grace which rise above the ground beyond my reach they contain such dreams and aspirations of the pople who walk within flitting shadows at windows beyond my ken and yet so near that i can see them as they move these are the holders of our fantasies
buildings can be great or small. there are man different kinds of building and i think that each building has a story of its own. for me the best buildings are old ones. they just seem to be magical to have a certain aura about them that makes them special.
the buildings seemed so much larger than her, she knew that here she would always feel small. she didn’t want to feel so beneath everything. but how could she feel any other way when all the lights here outshone her?
Ich gehe langsam durch den Eingang und beschaue die Gallerie. Sie ist frisch erbaut worden und von großer Grazie. Geradezu zierlich fühle ich mich den starrenden Säulen gegenüber. Ich verlasse das Gebäude rasch, will nicht länger sein.
so many buildings. tall as the sky, reflective as mirrors. their name denotes progress, just as climbing them represents progress. America is a country of buildings. They are homes, they are humans.
free. beautiful. terifying. and sometimes they make you feel so small, insignificant. they can make you really think about your life and how empty it is. funny how an inanimate object can make you question your entire life huh?
I like pretty shaped builidings. With pretty colors. I wish there was a buliding that had sparkly paint. And it had RAINBOWS. Oh my gosh, a sparkly rainbow building would complete my entire life. I would want to live in it.
I watch as they tower above me, monoliths in the chaotic scene I’m trapped inside. I see them sway in winds that threaten to force open my jacket. I abhor my micro stature.
Living here in Pittsburgh, compared to the buildings, I feel so small. They tower over you and are amazing to look at. I need to start taking more pictures of the city and posting them on tumblr because parts of it are truly beautiful and other parts are so artistic!
Cheerily, I am so about the buildings today. Henceforth all interactions shall be designated to a building, as per the discussions had this morning with the chairpersons. Fourteen ideas are all it should take; I expect full cooperation.
as far the eye can see. just buildings. and all I wanted to do was escape. It was these very buildings that caused me to desire a life without them. their fruits had turned sour in my mouth and I wanted to wash it clean with the water of solitude and isolation.
The buildings stretched high into the gray sky the color of pencil lead and funneled the cold air into rough curents of biting cold that buffetted the bundled shoppers as they pushed their way into through the shadows to reach a patch of sun
The skyline of New York is the most beautiful sight in the world. If you’re on an airplane, or happen to be flying overhead, the buildings and shining lights can take your breath away.
buildings are tall, they rise above everything we can walk on, you always wish you could be on top of one, to see more than anyone else can. You always wonder what others can see from the windows. the one that you can never look from.
are strong and stoic with people jumping out of them reminds me of tragedy and imogen heap and dust i love buildings at night in cities lots of buildings with lights all aglow i write those people’s stories in there i imagine what they are doing writing papers and books and filling out books doing bookkeeping and loving everyone all around just loving in buildings with fish tanks and panty hose and high heels and dockers and briefcases and beds with down comforters on them
Those buildings fill me from inside. Tall and gray spirits of the city inhabit my emptiness.
I am getting lost in the crowds of those buildings,I dissolve in the melting pot of other people’s life stories.
The buildings have long since fallen down. Water fills the streets, half a dozen feet deep in places. Windows are broken, piles of rubble everywhere. A sign for the London Underground splays haphazardly across a small puddle of bricks. I can’t help looking at the destruction, awed, wondering what happened here.
Bodybuildings. Das sind doch diese Dingsdabumsda. Mit den dicken fetten Muckis am Bauch und überall. Die betreiben Körperarchitektur. Tektonisch abgesichert.
Tall, skinny, straight, big, bold. They stand there a scar in the normally beautiful sky line. A reminder of the ugliness we humans have created.
where i work , they started to build no buldings .. they spanded from the old build and add four new small buldingns.. it gave use more storage and two rooms that are being used for research..
rising, building
soaring
I want to nosedive
off the CN tower
and wave to the
Canada geese
as they pass me by.
I wish I could fly
this is the place where i used to live. Its not that great, but its something. I love this place. Its not a home, rather its a store but i lived on top of it. I remember helping the store manager with his watch makings every day after school. It was my first real job.
New development is impowering. Like a drug. It becomes compulsive for some societies.
buildings create a beautiful scenery. skyscrapers line my sidewalk as i walk to school each morning. who thought God would bless me with such beauty every school day. dallas arts magnet changes my view on life, the buildings are simply Gods art to me.
Tall, majestic, forbidding. A shape in the sky, a block in the ground. A holding area. A cage, a place. Shadows cast on the ground, sky obscured.
The buildings scraped the sky, and flecks of blue fell everywhere.
Clouds soaked and streaked the dusty windows
And people ran about, waving their arms.
Buildings are tall, they like to be made of brick, and mortar, and things of that nature. They sometimes have windows. Sometimes people have no buildings. They live anywhere. Anywhere a building can be, but is not. That is what happens when building buildings.
Tall, short, wide or thin. They form the structure for us to create a society within. They range in age, just like us and often change too.. just like us. Buildings.
Buildings, she was sourounded by all kinds of buildings, full of people and yet she felt very lonely. People looked throught the windows but they couldn’t see her. What did this mean?
Buildings. Tall and austere, and all alike, rising into the sky. I live in one of them, and I could never recognize it from afar until a friend pointed it out to me. But lately, he doesn’t need my company anymore. I don’t want to sound like a clingy little whiny person, but I do miss my friend.
is a place i live, is a place to be protected, is a place to meet people, is a place to keep your stuff, is a place to be creative, is a place to sleep, is a place to keep our history, and last but not least is a place to be together!
tall scuptural things of grace which rise above the ground beyond my reach they contain such dreams and aspirations of the pople who walk within flitting shadows at windows beyond my ken and yet so near that i can see them as they move these are the holders of our fantasies
buildings can be great or small. there are man different kinds of building and i think that each building has a story of its own. for me the best buildings are old ones. they just seem to be magical to have a certain aura about them that makes them special.
the buildings seemed so much larger than her, she knew that here she would always feel small. she didn’t want to feel so beneath everything. but how could she feel any other way when all the lights here outshone her?
Ich gehe langsam durch den Eingang und beschaue die Gallerie. Sie ist frisch erbaut worden und von großer Grazie. Geradezu zierlich fühle ich mich den starrenden Säulen gegenüber. Ich verlasse das Gebäude rasch, will nicht länger sein.
The building downtown date back to the early 1900’s.
ugh..how did i survive my fall to earth?am i suddenly invulnerable?can i leap tall buildings in a single bound?just what the hell happened..and how?
so many buildings. tall as the sky, reflective as mirrors. their name denotes progress, just as climbing them represents progress. America is a country of buildings. They are homes, they are humans.
free. beautiful. terifying. and sometimes they make you feel so small, insignificant. they can make you really think about your life and how empty it is. funny how an inanimate object can make you question your entire life huh?
Buildings, tall large, looming. Tall barriers, strange city prison. I long for the long view, the deserts, the unadulterated sights of oceans
I like pretty shaped builidings. With pretty colors. I wish there was a buliding that had sparkly paint. And it had RAINBOWS. Oh my gosh, a sparkly rainbow building would complete my entire life. I would want to live in it.
I watch as they tower above me, monoliths in the chaotic scene I’m trapped inside. I see them sway in winds that threaten to force open my jacket. I abhor my micro stature.
Living here in Pittsburgh, compared to the buildings, I feel so small. They tower over you and are amazing to look at. I need to start taking more pictures of the city and posting them on tumblr because parts of it are truly beautiful and other parts are so artistic!
Cheerily, I am so about the buildings today. Henceforth all interactions shall be designated to a building, as per the discussions had this morning with the chairpersons. Fourteen ideas are all it should take; I expect full cooperation.
Tall buildings in the sky. They scare me because their height help. Don’t fall on me.
as far the eye can see. just buildings. and all I wanted to do was escape. It was these very buildings that caused me to desire a life without them. their fruits had turned sour in my mouth and I wanted to wash it clean with the water of solitude and isolation.
The buildings stretched high into the gray sky the color of pencil lead and funneled the cold air into rough curents of biting cold that buffetted the bundled shoppers as they pushed their way into through the shadows to reach a patch of sun
Glass windows, all along the west side of the office.
In the afternoon, our shoes melt to the concrete, and we are stuck there the whole night.
The skyline of New York is the most beautiful sight in the world. If you’re on an airplane, or happen to be flying overhead, the buildings and shining lights can take your breath away.
buildings are tall, they rise above everything we can walk on, you always wish you could be on top of one, to see more than anyone else can. You always wonder what others can see from the windows. the one that you can never look from.
are strong and stoic with people jumping out of them reminds me of tragedy and imogen heap and dust i love buildings at night in cities lots of buildings with lights all aglow i write those people’s stories in there i imagine what they are doing writing papers and books and filling out books doing bookkeeping and loving everyone all around just loving in buildings with fish tanks and panty hose and high heels and dockers and briefcases and beds with down comforters on them
I lay on the cool ground looking up at the trees and buildings that surrounded me, feeling very small. Am I as really insignificant as I feel?
Those buildings fill me from inside. Tall and gray spirits of the city inhabit my emptiness.
I am getting lost in the crowds of those buildings,I dissolve in the melting pot of other people’s life stories.
They tower us, they dominate our lives. They shelter us, despite destroying the shelter of others.
My favorite part of Boston is right near the Old State House. It’s just this little tiny piece of history dwarfed by skyscrapers.
The buildings have long since fallen down. Water fills the streets, half a dozen feet deep in places. Windows are broken, piles of rubble everywhere. A sign for the London Underground splays haphazardly across a small puddle of bricks. I can’t help looking at the destruction, awed, wondering what happened here.
Bodybuildings. Das sind doch diese Dingsdabumsda. Mit den dicken fetten Muckis am Bauch und überall. Die betreiben Körperarchitektur. Tektonisch abgesichert.
Inside buildings there are ants. Ants make things all day. They make things for other ants. The other ants don’t see them but they know they’re there.