Despite the wonderful design, the biggest impression I was left with is that this is not a park. For a long time, I feel that the idea of “park” and “landscaping” has been placed under the “pastoral shadow” of Mr. Olmsted and his amazing work in parks across New York City and America at large.
I’m no Gary England, but this is crazy. Back in the old days, it was cold when it was supposed to be cold, and warm when it was supposed to be warm, and men were men, etcetera etcetera.
ephemera.ryecroft is purely personal curation and its not trying to be anything more. But just maybe, you might find something of interest in what I’ve skimmed from all of this transitory visual matter. The clippings are intended for inspiration, for work…or for avoiding work.
My grandfather told me stories of riding his horse to school, and at some point in time I want my grandchildren to face a much different future and laugh at a past where we had to pay to put explosive liquid into a car, and manually operate levers, pedals and wheels.
I just found my new favorite thing. (Who am I, Oprah?) For the last few years, I’ve ran through Central Park in the mornings and on weekends. The basic characterization of that experience is one of a moving mass of weekend warriors in matching spandex, Dri-Fit and a pair of bright white Nike cross trainers. [...]
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