It's the contrast that intrigues me. It's an architectural clash. Just a couple of steps away from Brisbane's impressive city hall with its dome-shaped roof, Albert Street Uniting Church seems to crane its neck to reach the sky above with its spire - but in vain. The neighboring buildings are already scraping the sky. The time where churches where the tallest buildings of a town are over: Huge office buildings have outgrown this once so sublime edifice with its red walls and shiningly white peak. Like landscapes, cityscapes are constantly changing. There are ongoing tectonic processes. In a city like Brisbane which is a mere 200 years old and where wars hadn't destroyed the town's face you don't have to dig deep. All architectural layers are next to each other.
While the sun is silently setting, the colors of the sky let the buildings bath in pink light.
When the sun is almost gone, before it is completely swallowed by the
night, "Brissie" starts to look futuristic and romantic at the same
time. It definitely is a city of contrasts.
