Scott Outdoor Amphitheatre, Swarthmore College, PA. Designed by Thomas Sears and completed in 1942.
2ft high retaining walls are made from layers of local schist slabs and the randomly spaced trees are Liriodendron tulipifera (Tulip Tree) and Quercus alba (White Oak).
I love the idea of a ‘turf proscenium floor’ and it looks like a great place to learn. I can imagine this kind of space would conform to the theories of design laid out in ‘A Pattern Language’ by Christopher Alexander…
Looks like a scene from Swan Lake, how beautiful.
America’s fifty states have a lot in common, but if their internet search histories are any indication they also have significant differences. Estately ran hundreds of search queries through Google Trends to determine which words, terms, and questions each state was searching for more than any other. The results ranged from mildly amusing to completely disturbing. No doubt this information will come in handy for anyone trying to decide which state they want to buy a home in, especially for those curious how their potential neighbors spend their time online.
Why Illinois, why
"back shaving" oh my gOD
Never would have guessed. =0
Get the unicorn tattoo. Convert. Tattoo removed.
the truth is out there nuevo mexico
Seriously, Thumb Wrestling?
I don’t want to leave my beautiful and perfect apartment with my perfect front porch and perfect side yard under the perfect pine trees. I don’t want to live somewhere without these 1970’s green kitchen chairs or my dream catcher collection or flowers in wine bottles. The sun it setting and the light is streaming perfectly through my big living room windows and I’m sitting on the floor with tears on my cheeks because in four days this will no longer be mine and neither will this old tv stand that I found in someone’s garage or the washer and dryer I found in the Pennysaver. This is hard hard hard and so much harder than I ever anticipated but this is the only home I’ve had in the better part of the last decade that actually FELT like a home and now I’m giving it up. I’m taking five steps back and living in two places at once, with my things scattered who-knows-where and spending my time driving over ten hours in any given week just to keep up with my life. I’m leaving my friends, and family, and any sense of home that I’ve gained. It’s a fresh start and it is oh so miserable. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to move. Now the sadness has turned into anger and I have a headache in the back of my eye that makes me regret ever agreeing to this. Regret regret regret is all I feel. I want to take it back. I want to go back to this fall and pause. Reconsider.