Danny Ziegelman Blog #1

          I’m sitting outside in Palmer field while the sun still shines and the grass hasn't retreated beneath a soft blanket of white flakes and hibernated into its yellow sleep.  Staring out, my eye catches the reflection of the sun on a building whose name I do not know.  It winds and is curved as though it has been tormented by the wind and snow.   Its glass is clear as the day is blue, but I bet it only feels the way Ann Arbor’s seasons treats it.  Designed with many materials, one more durable than the next, I notice its pillars like silver bullets rest atop. The occasional plume of black smoke gets coughed out, trying to clear its lungs as if to say I’m still ok.  I do not know the name of this building, but that still does not take away from its beauty.  Architecture is a word to describe the art of designing and constructing, while beauty describes what is aesthetically pleasing.  Put the two words together, and it paints a picture in my mind of my own home in Chicago, where the city skyline emerges from Lake Michigan in a heap of glass, stone, and warped steel that scrapes the sky.  It glistens in the sun in the summer time and sways as the windy city blows.  This building whose name I do not know transcends me back to Chicago and at the same time brings me back to Ann Arbor.