So for quite sometime I have liked the sight of old broken down barns, the type that seem like the smallest wind would turn it into a pile of rumble, the type that let daylight through the walls, the type that has peeling dull red paint.
Today while driving on the MLK bridge over Grand River headed south, I realized that I really liked that view too. It is where industry meet natural beauty. The three smoke stacks stand strong in the sky, while the empty cement land( I assume was once a useful parking lot) now grows weeds, right next to these is the Grand River. My favorite time to drive over the bridge is earlier morning when the sun starts coming up over the trees.
I also reminded today while driving over the bridge that another of my favorite things to look at is abandon buildings, the kind I saw it Detroit this March. The houses, the giant train station, the zoo and aquarium at Belle Isle, the Packer plant (where my grandmother work) that built luxury cars.
It hit me today that all of these things that I like to see, that I think I have a strange beauty, have one thing in common. They were built by man and are reminders that things that are built by man cannot last, there is a certain beauty to that.
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