"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Friday, November 11, 2011
Lightning Rods
Atop the Brooklyn Historical Society. That building is great from the street to the sky. I never noticed these before today, when I was walking down Clinton St. for a change.
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