On April 24th, 2012, GRIDED PLAINS…
…of Midwestern monoculture are giving me something to look at and think about while anticipating a return to L.A. home at long last.
…of Midwestern monoculture are giving me something to look at and think about while anticipating a return to L.A. home at long last.
…is the descending rhythmic order of the crosstown two-way streets striating Manhattan you experience in a special way while flying south along the island, looking down the tight…
…today brought a busy day running around the city, an evening flight, and a sunset on the way to Minnesota where I’ll be for a few days visiting…
…where I’m returning for a Monday meeting of the Princeton Student Colony – we pass over the always surprising lush wooded landscape, before the abrupt shift to the…
…where I’ll be visiting for the first time, and having tours and meetings about a new project to re-envision Everton Park – but first it is the gauntlet…
…over pretty grids for a talk at the Columbus College of Art & Design tomorrow.
…is the strange ‘wild’ landscape west of Secaucus – strangled by industry, transit, and general extreme urbanity – that I’m enjoying from the window of a ‘speeding’ NJ…
…after a hot sunny summer-like 80 degree day spent in shorts gardening is my prelude to a late night red-eye to NYC, and all of the early March…
…is a typical return to town lately, delivering me to Union Station – the highlight of which is the vista of the city and mountains (if you’re lucky)…
…took me from Tiburtina station (after landing at Fiumicino – followed by a quick detour to Piramide where I met with friends and collaborators about the upcoming Roma Mangia…
…makes me very very happy these days, returning to home and the winter climate that allows me to garden in shorts…and today we are getting the mega-warehouse view…
…on my way back home.
…is an adrenaline producing high, nothing like it to get you really jazzed for some time on the streets and avenues, especially coming from LA but having lived…
…beginning to emerge as the pilot announces our descent into the city somewhere over 29 Palms, then Palms Springs, then the endless Inland Empire – welcomes me back…
…flying over a picturesque landscape of Soviet housing blocks on our way up and out yesterday, and then anticipation to finally get home at long long long last…LA.
…old and new are in vivid contrast all over town – as in many of the European cities I’ve been visiting lately – most vividly evidenced on visits…
…from above is my welcome back to the USA!
…on the connecting flight from Amsterdam, seated by a drafty exit row window with -53 degrees on the other side, had me all bundled up in almost everything…
…was what we were treated to as we descended from the boring grey top landscape of clouds, into a thin sandwich of ethereal clouds full of a glowing…
…my kindly taxi driver said as I took a few last pictures of the city from the back seat of his cab on the way to Ataturk Airport…