I love Glasgow and it's a love that is for real, the city has a soul, a smelly grimy soul. It's not just a beautiful museum... It's lived in...and when I walk the streets i can hear the ghosts. I do tend to gravitate to the older sections, and my photo's are predominantly this...due to the fact that I have been raised in a very modern culture, so I like old shit...nuff said. I like beautiful decay...of metal, of stone, of wood...tarnished, chipped, stained, broken. It's a perpetual poem of degradation...I feel most fortunate to witness.
The buildings here have presence, resonance. The red stone facades striking against the blue sky with the strong intent still fresh from their original designers. They are all within a human scale as well...not the towering beings of glass and steel, that stomp your psyche with monolithic sterility. They are easy on the eyes.

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