Category Archives: Environment
It’s raining on the fountain in the plaza. Water falls on water. At the same time, water tumbles white down the grey squared stones. The fountain’s falling water is louder than the rain; bright and clear, musical. The rain, like … Continue reading
The Mellon Square fountain in winter Is dry, empty. The stone basin almost shines, Almost reflects the bare branches overhead. The fountain in winter is quiet, silent Without the water which last summer tumbled From basin to basin, Until it … Continue reading
The fountain in the back yard is heard but not seen from the porch of our room in the B & B. I look where I hear it, and see only black vegetation in the pre-dawn chill. So I sit … Continue reading
Look at the water falling down across the stones of Heinz Hall Plaza. Look and listen. Whom do I thank? The architect? The builder? The stones? The falling water, loudly plashing? The water itself? Gravity? And the green trees, of … Continue reading
Even before this place was discovered and made into a fine parklet, it was attractive. A few decades ago the obscure street was a path with pavement. ending at the river. Then you could park your car and walk beneath … Continue reading
“Death is the last word in matadors.” observed cartoonist Robert Osborne. You enter the plaza de toros, the bullring, involuntarily. The crowd cheers. They are on your side – your family and friends. Death needs no supporters. The picaderos, the … Continue reading
Summer air doesn’t seem to move the crisp, hard edges of the clouds. The bottom of the cloudbank is blacker, softer. But it still seems unmoving. Just watch long enough, the clouds will surely drift, like continents.