Can You Call a City Beautiful?

You wouldn’t think a city could be beautiful. Not in the conventional sense, anyway. Trees and mountains and lakes. Sunsets. The ocean. The smile on a baby’s face. The glint in the eyes of lovers. Those things are beautiful. Concrete and steel? Different words come to mind. Manmade. Sterile. Linear. And yet, a city┬áis likeContinue reading “Can You Call a City Beautiful?”