Yesterday I posted about rebar and its role in most of the building projects that I see around Beirut. Yesterday's image showed bundles of it draped in a truck, riding into a reinforced concrete future.
Today, I have another image for you and like yesterday's, it was made possible by rebar.
I'll never forget the first time I saw a building like this, mid-demolition, sort of half there and half gone. Huge chunks of it had clearly been broken off but were not falling. It was as though they were frozen. Looking at it, I felt like someone had stopped time, turned on an anti-gravity machine, worked some kind of magic.
It wasn't anything like that; just some rebar that wasn't letting go.
Photos freeze everything anyway, so perhaps the magic of looking at a half tumbled-down building doesn't come across.
Or maybe it does. Looking at the photo, I'm just as taken in by it as I was in real life. I find myself expecting the rocks to hit the ground even though I know they're not going anywhere.