Ode

Things are strictly concrete, steel, and glass at present. It makes me feel like writing an ode to bricks again, which I'll never do, and I'll always want to do, because "An Ode to Bricks" is a hypothetical poem that tells you everything I've ever felt about home, and not-home, and distance and resolution, and dissonance again. It can never ever exist, of course, because I just don't write things like that. Still, bricks are important. Sometime, somebody ought to write them an ode.

Photographs taken in Frederick, MD