Skyscrapers and String

Morning Skylines


Every day I come off the train and there’s a sea of people coming up to the Wharf and I am gripped with anticipation.


As I head up on the escalator there is a buzz that is almost a physical sensation.


Reuters Plaza with the orange tickertape going round and round. Heedless of the words and numbers I am dwarfed and humbled by the glass and steel monoliths on each side of me.


When the weather is clear it is dizzying to gaze upwards. In fog these sentinels become ethereal, shrouded in clouds and you might almost be able to reach up and touch the sky, it is coming right down to meet you here, almost like a holy place.



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