And the freeways lead to the gravel roads, to the town squares and the rodeos
I took a picture of the former warehouse. I'm standing on the bridge over School Street, looking down on the frontage of the right-of-way. I wanted to go down and retrieve one of the bricks (of which there are several more heaps out of sight) as a memorial, but I didn't think I could get behind the chain-link without being seen and I really wasn't sure about the chunks of ancient torn fiberglass strewn all through the jumble (also much more visible from the street). I may see if I can reappraise at a later date. The whole block looks naked.

The Reid & Murdock Warehouse, 1929–2019.

The Reid & Murdock Warehouse, 1929–2019.

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(I have been reading an email newsletter by an oil painter who mainly does landscapes and still lifes. I have to ignore half the technique tips because they're specific to oil and I'm a watercolorist, which as far as I can tell is the opposite of oils, but his comments on composition and color and so on have been really illuminating.)
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Thank you. It was the best view of the site, but I also liked all its rust-industrial colors.
I have to ignore half the technique tips because they're specific to oil and I'm a watercolorist, which as far as I can tell is the opposite of oils, but his comments on composition and color and so on have been really illuminating.
That's really cool!
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P.
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They had a long time to share the same street. I'm hoping I don't have to start worrying about any of them.
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Thanks for taking the camera along.
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You're welcome. I didn't want it to go unremembered into the dark.
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There's something very anxious making about buildings just ... going. They are the things that are supposed to *stay*, the things we give directions by, the things we mark our walks by. I'm glad you got the photo and that you got to see the graffiti (and that the lion survived).
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I'm going to see if I ever got a photo of it in its true ornament, before the demolition. I worry that I might not have. I took it for granted.
There's something very anxious making about buildings just ... going. They are the things that are supposed to *stay*, the things we give directions by, the things we mark our walks by.
Exactly. Instead we wind up giving directions by the places where things used to be.
I'm glad you got the photo and that you got to see the graffiti (and that the lion survived).
I hope at least I can visit it wherever it goes.
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It's weirdly mixed up in nostalgia, this particular tearing-down: see the post I linked for
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https://twitter.com/mem_somerville/status/1114930257738502145
and its approximate location related to the current rubble
https://twitter.com/mem_somerville/status/1114931114924302340
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Thank you. I've seen that image; I think I discovered it last spring when I was thinking about the Green Line Extension. The trees mentioned in that post are gone now. So's the warehouse. I miss that view.