Jonathan
The crisp lines of “Minerva’s Bird” cut through the cloudy sky. The roof of the old immigration building—turned into art studios—has become a rookery for seagulls. One is reminded that freedom is always available.
The crisp lines of “Minerva’s Bird” cut through the cloudy sky. The roof of the old immigration building—turned into art studios—has become a rookery for seagulls. One is reminded that freedom is always available.