Category: sense of place
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The revenge of the Pink Flamingos, Greenwood Is it utopian to think that a city squeezed between high tech’s algorithms, the rapacious hunger of private equity and the Master Builders’ Association can “grow gracefully?” Last night I attended an event sponsored by Design Review Reboot Coalition and Allied Arts to hear a panel discuss “Creating…
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August, more than anything, is defined by the color of grass. City lawns have turned ochre, weedy, crewcut, no longer “lawn” so much as a prickly protectorate embedded with the swords of dandelions, across which no one dare walk barefoot. It is a landscape of exhaustion, where play is reduced to dereliction and the toys…
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I first began to hear the phrase “sense of place” in the late 1970’s. At that point in my life my experience of travel was limited. I had no car, no money, no formal education beyond the 10th grade of highschool, and a three-speed bicycle. I lived in a 400-square foot studio with cut glass…
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