Three corbels holding nothing, jutting out as if attempting a triple fist-bump.
I love that association.
I'm also drawn to the lone, bare light bulb hanging from the nearest arch, ephemeral in the presence of all that stone and iron.
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I hope no one was standing on it when the balcony broke !
ReplyDeleteYes! And I hope they've barred the doors, just in case someone forgets it's gone.
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