Posts Tagged ‘Bricks’
In which The Gay Recluse loves birch trees. We considered sweeping up the leaves. But decided that — for the moment — they look better where they are.
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Tags: Birch Trees, Bricks, Fall, Procrastination
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with bricks. According to CNN, both candidates “exceeded expectations.” (That’s a relief, in a way.) But mostly, it makes us remember when we ran for vice-president of our junior high school. And how we wrote a speech and delivered it very earnestly. Who knows what we said: […]
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Tags: Bricks, Elections, Junior High, Moss, Vice President
On the Corsican Mint Project
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with Corsican mint. This was just a few days ago: politics aside, it’s been another good season for Corsican mint! Of all the groundcovers we introduced into the garden, Corsican mint (Mentha requienii) has attained a particular affection for us. Although it has thrived in several places […]
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Tags: Bricks, Corsican Mint, Gardens, Moss
In which The Gay Recluse explores a longstanding obsession with moss-covered brick. Bricks, it seems, are the literal building blocks of civilization, whereas moss is the incremental destroyer. To see them together — and to appreciate the beauty of this — is to understand that you cannot have one without the other, just the way […]
Filed under: Architecture, City Pattern Project, Longing, Ruins, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden, Weather | 1 Comment
Tags: Bricks, Heidi, Lauren, Melancholy, Moss, Revelation, Spring, The Hills, Winter
In which The Gay Recluse ponders two photographs of an immense white brick wall and doesn’t regret taking drugs. Photograph 1: Here we see one photograph of an immense white brick wall. Like 90 percent of the architecture in Washington Heights, it is thousands of years old and on the verge of collapse. Note how […]
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Tags: Bricks, Drugs, Hallucinogens, LSD, Magic Mushrooms, Patterns, Ruins, Tripping, Washington Heights, White Walls
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