Zola is nearly five years old. By turns sweet, sassy, wise, bewildering, and utterly surprising, she is one of the most interesting people I know. How lucky that I get to be her mom.
I live in a beautiful city. Minneapolis, the City of Lakes, not to mention boulevards, rivers, waterfalls, and lovely public gardens. It took me far too long to discover the charms of the Lyndale Park Gardens (aka Lake Harriet Rose Garden). Then, one day, I found myself in paradise, finally recognizing that this boy-next-door of a garden is a total knockout.
A favorite fountain, resembling a dandelion exploding with seed. Colossal public art, radial symmetry, ode to the much-maligned dandelion weed- all wrapped into one glorious burst of water, air, and sunlight. Thanks, Ben Berger.
With water rushing, dripping, and cascading from all directions, the fountain in Peavey Plaza is a favorite. Torrents tumble over ledges and surge down staircases with all the roar and mist of a mighty waterfall.
Another day, another fountain, another security guard telling me it’s against corporate policy to allow photographs. “Too bad,” I sighed, “It’s a really cool fountain.” Luckily, I already had a few frames. It really is a cool fountain.
American Express Client Services Building, 901 3rd Ave S, Minneapolis, MN