Like a painting with eyes that follow, I can’t escape The Brooklyn Tower. I typically see it twice on my daily commute. It looms over picnics in Fort Green Park, pokes up during site visits, doubles in the iridescent waters of the Gowanus Canal, and hovers in the back of photos taken from my roof. I see it from near and far; it is part of my life whether I like it or not. Unlike art, architecture in the city is unavoidable.
For better or worse, the tower is the tallest building in Brooklyn, and its coloration sets it in contrast against the sky
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