Buildings at the Horizon

There’s something attractive about those buildings at the horizon. Every morning I used to wake up early and stare at them for a minute or two. They were sort of connecting the present to the unknown future.

The sound of cement mixers and iron plates sizzle all around filling the space with echoes. The outcome resonance is mysteriously intimidating, however it transforms the atmosphere turning the shallow scene dynamic.

For years I have been observing them. Until the day when they were demolished.

1990