Most of my side of my block has been under scaffolding for as long as I have lived here; for stretches of months half the other side of the street was, too. Walking home last night it struck me that I wouldn’t know what it looked like without scaffolding, that a clean and finished version of the place where I live would be unrecognizable to me.
scaffolding
scaffolding
scaffolding
Most of my side of my block has been under scaffolding for as long as I have lived here; for stretches of months half the other side of the street was, too. Walking home last night it struck me that I wouldn’t know what it looked like without scaffolding, that a clean and finished version of the place where I live would be unrecognizable to me.