I found this in my camera. I am not sure when I took it. Its the Conservatory of Flowers. When I look at it, I am still surprised by how good it looks. The last thing I remember are the trees falling into it and leaving big holes. That was a long time ago. Ninety-four. I have been there since, but for some reason, seeing it squeeky new and intact hasn't burned any images on my brain. Back then, before the Big Storms, it was ratty-- the paint was peeling, the glass was streaked and mossy and the wood was termite-biten. It seemed like a nearly forgotten relic from Lincoln's time. You could stare at it an see just how long ago 130 years ago was, like some super-fast time lapsed movie. It had the human-scaled dust of the 19th century clinging to it, from its hand-tooled wooden sashes and muntins, to its garish stained glass window accents and its victorian gingerbread.
This photo is deceptive. Its less than a year old. The vintage kodak brownie I used consistently over-exposes, and blurs everything. On top of that, the film got hopelessly jammed, and I had to resort to the black bag and a few well placed squirts of WD-40 to free it. The developers didn't think it was worth printing.
Now the Conservatory looks like it was minted yesterday. They did a great job restoring it. You can go inside and see modern exhibits and colorful vinyl banners, butterflies and plants. Its great. Its "authentic reproduction" at its finest.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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