tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218373.post3550454573789743544..comments2023-09-01T09:05:27.990-05:00Comments on The Moon Topples: From where the Workers workThe Moon Toppleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717446064777879248noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218373.post-35494586020353386402007-02-19T14:57:00.000-06:002007-02-19T14:57:00.000-06:00SilverTiger: Yeah, the laughing ghosts of former W...SilverTiger: Yeah, the laughing ghosts of former Workers still roam these halls at night. I believe the expression is: "If these walls could talk..."<BR/><BR/>GT: Your flattery is noted. I was as surprised as you that I wrote what I did. I thought I was just going to talk about the hallway for a minute so I could post the pictures I had taken.<BR/><BR/>Minx: Thanks, and I agree with you.<BR/><BR/>Liz: It was looking down that hallway that made me reach for the camera in the first place. I'm thinking of returning with a real camera one of these days.<BR/><BR/>Caroline: Glad you like the images. I don't find the sadness all that odd, unless you meant that it's weird for you to feel sad in general. There's something in the hallway here that evokes a time which is gone, and I think it's natural to get a little mournful. That's probably why I wrote what I did.The Moon Toppleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12717446064777879248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218373.post-24516530105755957342007-02-19T14:51:00.000-06:002007-02-19T14:51:00.000-06:00Fabulous photos.I'm moved to feel sad, which is ra...Fabulous photos.<BR/>I'm moved to feel sad, which is rather odd.Carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04470638074202676460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218373.post-392009440916747232007-02-19T14:20:00.000-06:002007-02-19T14:20:00.000-06:00The glow at the end of the hallway in the first pi...The glow at the end of the hallway in the first picture is just magical. What a great shot.Liz Dwyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17794296990587989214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218373.post-31182294526260552542007-02-19T14:09:00.000-06:002007-02-19T14:09:00.000-06:00Thank you for this snapshot. Beauty is not always ...Thank you for this snapshot. Beauty is not always where we think it should be.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03665385782194826703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218373.post-43415762790137114202007-02-19T10:22:00.000-06:002007-02-19T10:22:00.000-06:00I have tried to write about this same place, at va...I have tried to write about this same place, at various times, in little blips here and there on my blog and have not so as successfully as you have here. Very well done.<BR/><BR/>And I adore the photographs. Amazing, amazing shots. Your talents, Mr. T, are boundless, aren't they?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218373.post-4288899302910186292007-02-19T08:25:00.000-06:002007-02-19T08:25:00.000-06:00I always like buildings best when they are empty, ...I always like buildings best when they are empty, especially at night. They are then full of a sense of possibility which is never fulfilled in the daytime.<BR/><BR/>I hated school but liked wandering around the place when everyone had gone home. It seemed more real then, not less.<BR/><BR/>I sometimes wonder if buildings in some strange way record all that has happened in them, the sad, the funny, the serious, the grave. You know: life. In an empty building you sometimes feel as if you could almost... almost... play it back.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com