Victor
Silver Haired Member
Why do I get the impression that I am walking through marble halls, sterile grey and white construed through the mind of Frank Lloyd Wright? Ancient Rome revisited in the imagination of the seeker of knowledge? And if I turn another corner what new wonder shall I find, silent, waiting...
The site is coming on, Brian, austere, almost imbued with the essence of quiet, meditative formality. Soon the tapestries of other voices will muffle the wind that moves through open porticos and false windows, panes of glass will stifle the fresh air of natures breath, but 'til then...
Victor
The site is coming on, Brian, austere, almost imbued with the essence of quiet, meditative formality. Soon the tapestries of other voices will muffle the wind that moves through open porticos and false windows, panes of glass will stifle the fresh air of natures breath, but 'til then...
Victor