"...and a city without old buildings is like a man without a memory."
Graeme Shankland, British Architect

I love buildings. Old ones. Buildings with soul and memories and history. Old buildings squashed between glassy, glittering hi-rises. Old buildings standing forlorn, their empty windows reflecting sky and clouds. Old buildings hopeful for new souls and memories. Old buildings, for me, remain vital and welcoming, alive with an inherent grace and structure rarely seen in today's architecture of glass and steel. Yet I am taken by the glass and glitter from time to time.

‚Äč

As seen from the High Line, Chelsea, NY

Warren Street, Hudson, NY

Beloved water towers, downtown NYC

Thomas Street, Kingston NY, in the old manufacturing section.

Fair Street, Kingston, NY

Knoxville, Tennessee: Whitewash used as a cover up for the backs of buildings in downtown areas; white against a blue sky, like sails on the sea.

View from the East River, Downtown New York City

Shadows, Knoxville, TN

Glass, glitter, shine, sparkle, bustle, hustle, rustle, 

Manhattan's lower east side waterfront, shiny bright replacement of brick and mortar history

I loved this old building & that cloudless blue sky, reminding me of a movie set facade in an old western Sadly, on my last trip to Olde City in Knoxville, I
found it gone, a new building in its place. 

The High Line,  a 1.45-mile-long elevated linear park, greenway, &and rail trail, created on a former New York Central Railroad spur on the west side of Manhattan in NYC.

The Titanic Museum, Belfast, Ireland. I felt that the building's shiny newness conflicted sadly with the Titanic tragedy and the loss of 1503 people. 

Methodist Church,Shady, New York
Montpelior, Vermont
Trois Pistoles, Quebec, Canada

© 2019 

All images ©1998-2019 kathleen suess