Arriving at Knoxville, before 8am on a holiday we were able to witness a city of near complete silence. The sound of rain, and an occasional birds wings fluttering were all the noises to be heard. It is a strange thing to be able to park in the middle of a city street and roll down the window to take a picture of the graffiti on the wall of near by building. Cities are often seen as bustling and hurried, but this one morning this city was at peace.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Silent City
Arriving at Knoxville, before 8am on a holiday we were able to witness a city of near complete silence. The sound of rain, and an occasional birds wings fluttering were all the noises to be heard. It is a strange thing to be able to park in the middle of a city street and roll down the window to take a picture of the graffiti on the wall of near by building. Cities are often seen as bustling and hurried, but this one morning this city was at peace.
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