Excuses are superfluous when invited to drive the pinched length of the Columbia River Gorge. Verdant green drips from every vertical surface. Slender fissures in rock yield to tumbling waterfalls. The roadway cantilevers over a rabid, fizzing cauldron of river, droplets racing themselves to a union with the Pacific. Vertigo evaporates with eye contact, drinking images resplendent with wet, with ooze, with confounding drama where it joins the desert and is sucked dry.
Posts from the ‘Architecture’ Category
I stood across the park. Spires loomed along the tree line. Stone erections rising from a skeleton, decorated with cranes.
I always hated the Sagrada Familia. Every photograph I saw was vomit from the mind of a mad man. Last time I was in Barcelona, I refused to go.
Why bother seeing something I could dismiss with a photo?
This time, I confronted the spectacle of weird shapes. Bizarre angles. I craned my neck at the suicidal statue on one face, wondering if he was as disoriented as I was.
Still determined to stick to my opinion, I bought my ticket. Wandered through words.
I studied the light. Listened to sound bounce off tree-like columns and sun bursts of stone. I watched cares drain from faces, as everyone frolicked in colors and shapes, music and wonder.
Buildings are layers of experience. Just like books. Or people.
I was wrong about Sagrada Familia.
What else am I wrong about when I dismiss an experience with a glance or two?
"I want to go to this place. Right here. I mean, look at it."
"Harrumph. It looks like something out of Star Wars. You know, those walking weapon things. What were they called?"
"Stop. Who wouldn't love their very own steel-and-glass pod on the side of a mountain in the middle of a wine valley?"
"Self conscious architects, maybe?"