Yes, it’s come to this. A post about bricks. And the bad news is that it looks like it won’t be the last one.
As I was driving onto campus yesterday I pulled over and got out of the car so as to admire the impressive stack of bricks awaiting deployment on the new music building:
As I stood there I thought about how many pictures I’ve seen over the years of bricks, stacks of bricks, or people laying bricks on campus. It’s a lot. And I’ve taken quite a lot myself. There seems to be something compelling about the sight of bricks. I suspect all those even rows scratch some psychic itch for order.
Here’s one of my favorites, the masons working on Mech Lab in 1911:
And an early example of a deservedly rejected pattern–we did keep that thick mortar, though:
Inside the RMC chapel:
Probably the ultimate for me–Norman Hackerman with a pile of bricks, circa 1971:
And this is all that’s left of the old field house on Main Street, still visible through the grass:
There are more. Lots more. And some of them are even interesting. I’ll probably do one of the interesting ones tomorrow.
Bonus: Peering up at the pile of bricks out in the parking lot, I was happy to see this little fellow. They’re quite useful for keeping the rodent population down.