Bottom of Stairs

i think i've been at that exact spot before.. i remember that chair on the starwell

hello phone company,
my bill?
what???
HOW MUCH?????????
AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***clunk****

beep beep.......beep beep.......beep beep..........

So desolate, it reminds me of an abandoned crime scene.

I like looking at the peeling paint. It reveals several layers of different colours

thumbs up... awsome pic!

i was there for 4 months in the summer of 68 and these chairs u are viewing were often used by those who wanted to watch life pass them and needed to see people moving

The motion in this pic is incredible.

I think that the title of this one should be: "You never called me".

^ Going with Reddll I've never seen such patience

who ever says that picture looks good needs a hobby and maybe a turnaround in life, cause it looks like a bunch of dirt to me

If that is how you feel Adam then why are you here looking at it?

"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason. "
John Cage
(US composer of avant-garde music 1912 - 1992)

"I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful. "
John Constable
(English landscape painter 1776 - 1837)

"Just because you are blind, and unable to see my beauty doesn't mean it does not exist."
Margaret Cho
(Margaret Cho's weblog, 03-23-06)

Adam, adam, adam. Such limitations you put on your own life. Sad.

Great quotes reddll, thanks for sharing them.

Why thank you Kadee. (gives a bow)

A certain movie star was obviously here.

Wow, the colors and texture are unbelieveable!

If you could cram my divorce into one photograph, this would be it.

Massivly thought provoking.

some see dirt, some see so much more...

you and your chairs. haha.

dude got pissed off at his service, threw the phone down the stairs, and threw a chair at it as well

The chair... he just wanted to phone home.

This picture prompted many thoughts about how the world has changed, become much "smaller" in terms of ease of communication, and yet at the same time much less personal, summed up by the old telephone. Remember how heavy those phones were? And how you didn't own the phone, you rented it from the phone company? No direct dialing of long-distance calls (you had to use an operator). International calls were often an all-day process--you called the operator, were patched through to an international operator who hopefully spoke English, gave your information, and then hours later, when an international line was available, the operator called YOU back and connected you with an operator in the country you were calling to complete your call). It reminds me of the day my son came home to tell me about the fantastic thing he had seen at a friend's house--this machine with an arm that raised up and moved over, then went down to a thin round flat thing that was spinning, and music came out! I hadn't realized that digital age children had never seen a record player and didn't even know the word. I've tried to explain keypunch machines and card readers and getting up to change the tv channels (where I lived there were only three, and none of them broadcast between midnight and 6am), but it's like describing another universe. With all those changes in our lives, it should not surprise us that methods of caring for people with mental illness have also changed dramatically. It's more important to learn from the past than to judge and condemn the people who were doing the best they could with what they knew.

Well SAID, dme, well said!!:)