#greybricks

[mademoiselle-luz]

Lunch break, II. #walkingaround #architecture #greybrick #toulouse #sunnyday (à Toulouse, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNA8e3hgcjM/?igshid=nhh06drpzia8

[fabulousscentsbyshannon]

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#sungoesup #countrygirl #countrymusic #gottaloveit #blondehair #blueeyes #lift #scentsylift #greybrick #girlswithtattoos #femaleempowerment #spiritualawakening #spiritualgrowth #learningtaroteveryday #higherfrequency #higherconsciousness #girlpower #girlboss #girlbossquotes #girlbosslife #fyp #instagram #instagood #instadaily (at Shea Heights) https://www.instagram.com/p/CU9g_zZjELJ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bhakti-bricks]

Grey coats brick cladding series by Bhakti Brick Industries (P)ltd. . #thinbrickveneer #thinbricks #thinbricksmanufacturer #claddingbricksindia #claddingbricks #brickwalls #brickcladdinguk #brickcladding #brickslipcladding #brickslips #brickveener #bricktiles #greybrick (at Alibágh, Maharashtra, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJEFpICJ8dA/?igshid=1e959x32x91e2

[mohawkarchitecture]

#denizen #angles #greysky #greybrick #brooklyn #architecture @odanewyork https://www.instagram.com/p/Bstw23xFkLr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=w5c72h7coone

[onfourfeet-blog]

Tianzifang Hutong, Shanghai. - The bluish-grey brick is a key material in traditional Chinese architecture. The kiln, firing technique and specific properties within the clay give the bricks a unique character and color. Even if the types of kiln vary from place to place in China, they still share a basic design philosophy and prototype. Bricks are fired in closed kilns with a roof for water injection. The colour of a brick is largely dependent on the type of soil from which it is made, however it is this process of spraying water on the bricks whilst they are cooling that produces the beautiful bluish-grey colour. Oxidation and reduction are chemical processes, often deliberately invoked during firing, usually by adjusting the amount of air that is burning the fuel. With plenty of air, the kiln atmosphere is described as oxidising. Most natural clays contain iron minerals, either oxides or hydroxides. Iron can exist as ferrous iron in the reduced state Fe, in which case it forms dark grey oxides and hydroxides, and this causes some sediments to be dark in color. After firing, however, this iron may be oxidized to the Fe state, or ferric state, which forms the red-brown iron oxide hematite. This is why the Chinese kilns differ from Roman brick kilns which generally have an opening at the top so that the clay can be fully oxidised after firing. Big fan! . . . #onfourfeet #hutong #hutongarchitecture #tianzifang #shanghai #brick #bricks #bluebrick #greybricks #bricks https://www.instagram.com/p/BprxvfAAA8u/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=n0uwvl5rlja4

[sarabendrick]

If you have brick do you love it or hate it?... Did you know you can stain it? The best part about stain is that it enhances the color instead of covering it. I'm testing out samples of grey to deepen the look :) . . . #brick StainingBrick #BrickStain #Stain #Masonry #brickmasonry #bricklove #Brickhouse #brickwall #PaintedBrick #brickpaint #diy #DIYidea #diyproject #diyprojects #greybrick #greybricks #landscapeideas #yard #yardproject @masonrycosmetics

[deadkiriyama]

This is the view from my window. Some people might think it's boring, but I actually really like it. . . . . #wall #brick #greybrick #viewfrommywindow #polaroid #polaroidonestep #polaroidoriginals @polaroid #instantphoto #instantphotography (at Ipswich, Suffolk) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPjIg01LcsZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ithinkthatyoushould]

i, incoherence;               tableture of fluency,               gargled amongst the prostectic clow,               we have trembled sutures into newfangled               oedipucy and clung to vestigial words lye, loping ablation of the true fascist crime                                         i remember, fasting                                         the countryside culled                                         syrup clung minor corpses                                         posies sprung in mass undertaker                                         revel and nutris spent, flooded                  towards the unkempt suffrages of the worldwolf                  he lepta to underling, kleened his throat                  and currency befouled itself                  upon the coppery scent of nebbelnung                   nebelwerfers, i;                        the ruins of my home,                        split into curiosity                        for metallic sappers of eugenic                         veracity                                                               bodies are not cleanly                                                               separated they are,         crushed,         taken apart in ragged parlance,         and the muscle blooms forth         writhing in ragged floes of celebration         in many warbling shades of crimson and pain ceases to be the primary concern,                            no it is                            the flush of endless silence                            brume crumbling through eggwhite                            faces, peering empty headed                            and empty eyed                            through redbrick                            greybrick                            soft metal                            baby swaddling                            and rough woolen skars please;                         flaming through aeons                         of blackguard sprecht                         nylon ablution, empty factories                         a rope scraped clean                         with razor wire around little villages

with little things

in little arrangements                                                  and the deepness in the cave                                                  hollows froth older men                                                  ringing of the republic lustreclan emptyhousen,           goetten wrothe           no one left           left