this high rise does not exist any more. it was demolished may be because of some structural problems. it disappeared right in front of my eyes as i was photographing. wrecking balls worked like *locusts over a green farm land. places just disappear sometimes right in front of us. next morning we are in a totally different space. just memories remain.
*locusts: they are big, winged grasshoppers two to three inches long. locusts move with the heating of the air in the morning; rise and ride on the thermals, and descend late in the afternoon when the heat dissipates. they are at the mercy of the wind, and are a cloud of winged insects. they land where the wind carries them; if they are lucky enough to land in some greenery like this in town or in the oasis, they can strip it in a few hours.
photo: 'high rise' /2007©sebastian
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