What happens when the tin laughter and clanging steel applause become just lost memories on an obsolete, unreadable memory disc? In some forgotten circus tent of the future, the synthesized calliopy music drones on as IRON CLOWN, with chipped paint and rusting skin, endlessly mimes dusty vaudeville bits to the empty bleachers...
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Sidewalk getting a steam cleaning on Clark st.
****Sidewalk getting a steam cleaning on Clark st.
Downtown scenes from 10/8/08
In living color yet (not sure which I like better, the B&W or Color...)
the antennae of the Sears Tower cast shadows through the sky
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