I really enjoy the older ironwork that adorns the streets in Manhattan. When you think about it, it's sort of a nothing kind of fence. It's only there to keep people from walking on to the vents above the subway line.
But someone took the time to make it look good. A lot of time.
I'm not sure how old it is - and not even curious enough to research it, quite frankly. There's a bit of rust building up on it now. Every few years or so the Parks Department goes through and paints it. I guess that depends on the budget for the year (so it may have to wait awhile!).
The plants grow up and hang from it. The birds hang out on it - waiting for a fallen scrap of pizza crust or bagel before they come swooping across the street.
I just like to look at it. I'm glad that it is still there, being used, adding a bit of 'lovely' to my day.
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