If you follow this blog you know that we visit The Phipps Conservatory in Pittsburgh frequently. Normally we visit in the fall and winter months so I had never noticed the waterfall before. It is on the outside deck and I am sure it is only operational in the late spring and summer months.
The current Summer garden at the Phipps has a number of places with they have used sculptures of human heads in the exhibit. Last week I published Garden Faces that show some botany sculptures.
These sculptures are part of an integrated exhibit utilizing buttons, musical tones and water jets. It is very creative and lots of fun.
If you are a regular at The Phipps Conservatory you are familiar that for the last few years The Tropical Room has been dedicated to The Congo. Newly redone, the room now focuses on Cuba.
There are features on Cuban food. medicine and of course plants native to the island nation. I was also appreciative of another focus of the island. It has a fascination with old American cars represented by this beauty.
My father introduced me to science fiction at an early age. He used to subscribe to Fantasy and Sci-Fi Magazines.I loved the covers and waited for him to finish reading so I could get the issue. I probably read some when I was too young and one was a story about a planet with Giant Caterpillars. It scared me to death. I can still remember the cover with giant caterpillars and one had a young damsel in it’s pincers while he was being shot at by solders with machine guns. I had nightmares and never liked caterpillars after that.
I remember when we moved to Pittsburgh from Cleveland and it was the summer of the gypsy moth. The caterplillars would crawl on my window screen and you could hear them eating the trees. The screen pulsated with insect life The roads had to be sanded because they were thick with caterpliiar guts. I guess around that time I learned about cocoons and how they turned into butterflies. I have been conflicted ever since
Autumn comes quickly in the mountains. As we watch the butterflies and hummingbirds swirl around the remaining blooms of summer we begin to realize too soon they will be gone. A reminder for us to get our act together as once again we prepare to flee in the face of winter.