Have you ever looked out the window at the architecture around you, and depending on the light of the sky, the positioning of the clouds, and the temperament of the weather itself, made you feel like you were taken back to a particular time and in place in life?
That is what happened to me this morning. I couldn't stop looking at these two very tall brown, 1960's apartment buildings, emphasized by the sun in spotlight, taking me back to my childhood of the 70's. I was momentarily reminded of the smell of my mother's cooking on a late Sunday afternoon, of all of the busted up bleeding knees that kissed the concrete too many times, of holding and feeling the strength of my father's hand, to walking by the hardware store and knowing I was in the right place because it also had a distinct smell. And that was me, my life, remembered and surrounded by tall apartment buildings as a kid growing up in a city that was growing with me.
Architecture of the past really is like putting a pause on a piece of music you are listening to. It is a significant part of the whole that becomes the fabric of our city, a link to our past, and a movement toward our future. -tM
"The sun never knew how great it was until it hit the side of a building." Louis Kahn