It didn’t stop here, but there’s probably a dozen people loitering in the shade of the platform and its sycamore trees. I wonder what line they’re waiting for?
As I write, the crossing gates lower again. This time, a pair of CSX diesel engines rumbles past, horn blaring.
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Frank Lloyd Wright walked into a pane of glass...
Students nicknamed the open metalwork spire of the chapel, "God's Bicycle Rack."
Afternoon sun through glass and brick, Pfeiffer chapel by Frank Lloyd Wright