Friday, April 27, 2007
I found Fairlawn to be a beautiful cemetery. The entrance is lined with similar family tombs of famous names like Overholser. A WWI obelisk memorial marks the end of the first oval. It is offset, but fits well in the standing family tombs.
It is an Oklahoman treasure--check it out.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Travelling up Grand from I-35 West, it is apparent it could use some of these same details. It is apparent that a center island of trees and a walking boulevard is not sufficient enough to raise property values. Grand has the potential to stimulate and encourage a thriving community that would increase property values and could stimulate commercial ventures. The greenbelt is already there, now it just takes the initiative of the community.
Blue-eyed Grass (Sisyrinchium albidum)
Indian Paintbrush (Castilleja indivisa)
The spring rains have come this year and the Indian Paintbrush and Blue-eyed Grass are in full glory. There is also a large colony of vibrant Ironweed on hwy 9 at the pharmaceutical plant. The little Blue-eyed Grass needs to be planted more. Blue is such a rare flower, and this is such a dainty and delightful bearer of Spring.
There is a reason why the humble iris was so loved by my grandmother. "Common" they say. I say resilient, hardy, forgiving and in bloom decadent as dark chocolate and fine espresso.
I cannot look at the iris and not remember her garden of iris, and her carefully quarantined blossoms that held the hopes of an improved color, shape or vigor.
I am sure I owe some of my obsessive behavior to her and her iris collection.
(click the picture to enlarge)
Saturday, April 21, 2007
The Sublime in the Modern World
April 21, 2007
I wonder if our modern notions of the sublime have changed. We have ferreted out the myths of the deep forest. We understand the brooding of the sky, and we have neutralized the natural cycles of the earth with air conditioning.
I have sat on the edge of the Pacific in winter. Storm clouds eminent and imposing, I have walked to the edge of the sea. Dwarfed by the expanse of beach and sea that recedes into the unknown, I have walked on the sea shore at midnight. The sublime still exists. Reading “Richard Haag Bloedel Reserve and
Growing up on the West Coast, I don’t think that the giant trunks of the fallen first growth forest have the same impact as someone that is unfamiliar with them. I remember visiting cousins in the Snohomish and Pilchuck valleys and giant trunks could be found through out the forest floor. Traveling up Steven’s Pass, old trunks littered the roadsides and public parks. Haag’s use of a tight carpet of moss in stark contrast with the immense trunks did not leave a lasting impression. As I look back at the pictures, I see the statement they say. As a lay person it was the large expanse of meadow that contrasted so sharply with the Puget Sounds suffocating forest. Roads of the
Interchanges off of the wide expanse of freeway to the more narrow side roads are dramatic. I would say even sublime in areas. Saunders refers to our sense of technology as having the ability to threaten and cause subtle terror. Exiting the wide comfortable and occupied expanse of I-5 on to a mere four-lane that disappears into a shaded curve can give a soft sense of the terror and wonder. The road grade lifts softly and the peaks of the snow capped cascades loom. The deep forest green of the fir and hemlock branches grasp the ground and reach for the road. The brazen alder and maple step out of the forest edge and warn of the impeding stampede of vegetation should man hesitate or blink.
At Bloedel the sublime is much more controlled. As an insider that understood the great man power required to maintain such a garden, I was not fooled or overly awed by the moss garden or the reflection pool. I could see that man was in control, and by stating that I am implying that man having control of a situation is at odds with the concept of the sublime. However, stepping through the clearing, I will not forget the sense of diminutiveness and grand scale. The Bloedel Estate is not small. It is a large estate. But it is dwarfed in scale and grandeur by the extensive view off the end of
Haag’s attention to the sublime at Bloedel and Gas Works is notable. It makes me look around to see what in
Some Landscapes has a great website that explores some of these issues. The picture I previous posted of the truck with the dust storm over taking it is not a landscape that should be pursued. However, there are some more opportunities to be explored.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
It is worth checking out if your interested in Oklahoma.