What can be said about this brick? Rounded smooth as marble generations of fingers absent minded caresses. What can be said about this brick? A baked blob of clay scorched solid by a desert sun a brick-man places one after another in wooden frames. What can be said of this brick? Its edge a perfect angle sacred geometry balancing the weight of the building on its shoulders as Atlas carries the world. What can be said of bricks, indeed!
Ode to the humble brick .Nice one Marc.It's all in the micro not the macro .What would life be like without bricks ?!
I'd be writing odes to straw or cow dung probably! ha! thanks friend!