This structure is almost psychedelic.

I like places that are layered, where the past is still present. I like places that don’t try to cover up the memory of other times, when things were different—sometimes good, sometimes bad, but always a shaper of the way things are now.

Let me not sentimentalize too much or be too precious about the aesthetics of history. Some things are good enough gone. But let me see where the bones still poke through.

[BTW: I've replaced the images of the last few posts with cleaner copies and updated them to have Gallery versions. Check 'em out.]

The super-wealthy occasionally do society a favor by having good taste and ultimately making the fruits of their aesthetic choices available to the public. The Biltmore Estate falls into this category, I think. We only dabbled our toes (as it were) in what it had to offer, because the heat today was truly oppressive.

I look forward to visiting again and again.

Amy and I spent about 45 minutes wandering around Pack Square. The City Building’s pink marble and deco decoration caught our attention.

Maxfield Parrish, that is. The evening sky in northwest North Carolina continues to impress.

I am still running around like crazy not taking photographs. I hope that there will a break from the monomania in a day or two, but there’s also a slight possibility that I may extend my stay here in Asheville a little longer. Please bear with me!