Inner courtyard - The LA Flood Project (sitios de interés)
Descripción del sitio
Stage 1
Just outside the glass doors of the faculty dining room, Town and Gown, a woman, bundled in sweaters, threadbare, pauses with her listing rolling cart, over-full with soda cans and other trash-can discoveries. She sits on the lip of a fountain, which is off today because of the calls for rain. Across from her, something she has passed a thousand times but never noticed, a metal ship above the doors of the building. And further up, adorning the top, cement dolphins and sea horses. Is it just her imagination that she hears rushing water.
Stage 2
It's like a scene out of "Duck Soup." The faculty, from assistants on up to full professor's have stepped out of Town and Gown and into what has become a swimming pool. In their suits, pants, skirts, and silk blouses they sit, elbows resting on the sidewalk, glasses of wine a their side, discussing Fulbrights in the Mediterranean. There's that fellow from Physics. How apropos of his lectures on forces and vectors, he's off the wall: Canon Ball!
Stage 3 Chipped China, jagged shards of stemware, sooty lace napkins, silver serving dishes, swirl in the pestilent noxious discharge water beside beaten up brief cases, and a dozen pair of reading glasses, white board markers, pens, slide show clickers, a bow tie, a compact, a grade book, the detritus of Town and Gown.
MCM
Just outside the glass doors of the faculty dining room, Town and Gown, a woman, bundled in sweaters, threadbare, pauses with her listing rolling cart, over-full with soda cans and other trash-can discoveries. She sits on the lip of a fountain, which is off today because of the calls for rain. Across from her, something she has passed a thousand times but never noticed, a metal ship above the doors of the building. And further up, adorning the top, cement dolphins and sea horses. Is it just her imagination that she hears rushing water.
Stage 2
It's like a scene out of "Duck Soup." The faculty, from assistants on up to full professor's have stepped out of Town and Gown and into what has become a swimming pool. In their suits, pants, skirts, and silk blouses they sit, elbows resting on the sidewalk, glasses of wine a their side, discussing Fulbrights in the Mediterranean. There's that fellow from Physics. How apropos of his lectures on forces and vectors, he's off the wall: Canon Ball!
Stage 3 Chipped China, jagged shards of stemware, sooty lace napkins, silver serving dishes, swirl in the pestilent noxious discharge water beside beaten up brief cases, and a dozen pair of reading glasses, white board markers, pens, slide show clickers, a bow tie, a compact, a grade book, the detritus of Town and Gown.
MCM