Farm Junk

This week was not actual architecture, I know. But I found a cool pile of junk on a 3 mile walk to the grocery store. It's some sort of farm equipment.

After the Storm

They don't tell you when you're gearing up for the big one

that there won't be a thing to do afterward.

I buried my valuables and hunkered down for judgment day

on their well worn advice.

It was hard without a husband, but I managed.

But now there's not a thing to do but sit

atop the knotted metal and boards shaped new

by wind stronger than an I had ever seen.

All that was of use to me is now trapped under dirt

and a pile that had been my equipment

and our home.

I sit and stare at the new shapes the wind made from hearth and earth.

Then it occurs to me:

They're going to find his body.

When I buried my valuables, I forgot to bury him deep.

Gardens of Yongzhou

The image from this week's post is of my foot in a garden in Yongzhou, China. I saw a lot of gardens there in 2012. I'll post a few pictures, but know that I have dozens of blurry and poorly lit images I am saving you from. My favorite is the bat tiling.

It's a damn shame.

It's a shame about Jill, but no one liked how she always talked about herself, anyway.

Kimball Art Center

I neglected to post the building history on last week's post. Mostly, this was because I did not want to. The Kimball Art Center was originally a livery, then a garage. Today, it is an art gallery. Here is a picture of the building from the side:

Can they feed us all?

They told us our country is our Mother. They demand faith, but we are hungry.

We look for symbols of our mother, symbols of our country. We look to the buildings they built: brick and mortar and iron. The world is watching, they said. The world will need to know, need to see our might, our stability.

Someone told us iron is required for life, and you get it from meat. There is no meat this year they tell us, but maybe they are only the middleman and maybe that is capitalism. Maybe we can deny the middleman.

We look to the buildings they built for our Mother, but can they feed us all?