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Something New: Raleigh Calling

I work downtown. I have a cell phone with a camera lens. My particular model of cell phone, I discovered some time ago, has a knack for creating some strange and interesting images. If you know how to talk to it just right, it can create some pretty cool distortions too. So, when I am out and about in downtown Raleigh and elsewhere, I often snap pictures with my phone.

This will be the first post in an occassional series on Goodnight, Raleigh! We’ll call it Raleigh Calling. Sometimes there will just be a cool or weird or distorted cell phone picture for you to look at. Sometimes the picture will be accompanied by the question, What building (or thing) is this? This first post is one of those, and it really shouldn’t be too tough to figure out.

The first person to answer correctly will win. . . um, we still have to figure that out. But for now, the winner will just have to be satisfied with the feeling of being a winner. So, what building is this?


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