Why bricks? I went to lunch with Ghost Hunk along the Flint River today, and had my choice of some lovely shots of the park complete with white trellises and vines and a view of the river behind it. But something about those bricks just connected with me. They seem to draw me into something more real than the asphalt and the painted iron fences that surround the park. Less perfect than the trellis scene. They are more earth and old world. Comforting. Reassuring.
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