Broken promises, broken dreams.
Nothing creeps on little cat feet here.
This city growls and snarls.
A landscape littered with broken bricks and shattered glass.
Beams exposed, it's ripe for the taking.
Yet no one does.
Under a cold lead sky, shadows prevail.
Squeezing the spirit like a vice.
Keep out.
Stay put.
Go away.
The world takes, indeed.
Trenton.
Tags: Jersey, JerseyStyle, Makes, New, Photography, More…Trenton, bridge, noir, urban
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Comment by Tome Wilson on February 9, 2013 at 8:00am That bridge always freaked me out. It's like Trenton decided it was Rapture before Rapture was a thing.
Great angle. You must have had one hell of a lens.
It should be against the law for just one guy to make such gorgeous photos AND to write matching, equally gorgeous lines...
A Rust Belt Epitath.
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