I first came to Greece as a child in 1978 to stay for a week in Athens. In those days you could wander all over the Acropolis, stand on the ancient carved ionic marbles of the Parthenon to take a photo. How things have changed.
I've always had a soft spot for California, ever since I flew Virgin Atlantic to randomly visit an online friend in San Francisco around 1999. The vastness of America, and then, California, its largest state; I was transfixed. Everything was huge: the enormous cars, the vast sky, the huge food portions. I loved it.
For me, bricks have strong symbolism, defining the positive connotations of strength and integrity, versus the more negative meanings of boundaries and obfuscations. They also take on a battle with nature, changing their form as they age and take on character, but ultimately turn to dust.