I love bricks.

I especially love big, old, brick buildings. Like the old mills in Lowell, Mass. I think those are beautiful.

I used to hate it when they’d cover up graffiti on brick buildings by painting over it: you can’t see the red and white of the bricks and mortar. But I’ve changed my mind. I like it when, after years of not quite matching the original color of the bricks, you start to get a patchwork of different shades of red and orange. This building is well on its way, but needs a few more years, I think, to fully mature.

UPDATE (11/18/2009):

In response to Dad’s comment, here are a couple of Rothko edits of the picture above: