the exalted and the misunderstood

Much, and rightly exalted, of Sydney Opera House are the sails and the Concert Hall. Don’t get me wrong, they are indeed sublime. But the element of the building that strikes a chord with me, each and every time, are the ribs. These are the heart and strength of the building, those which allows it to soar. They remind me of piano keys and of lego, of teeth and of bones:

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