Set in a lush jungle, one stumbles across the mundane, such as the telephone box below (though is a telephone box mundane these days? It's been a while since I've seen one), in an unexpected setting.
As one follows one of the paths, a large Asian-style structure appears - a temple, perhaps? The obelisks stand sentry before the temple. I enjoyed the ripples in the reflecting pool water.
The imposing temple:
Inside, ancient volumes encased in glass are displayed throughout.
In the center is a Focault Pendulum, making its endless revolutions.
The upright player piano appears weather-beaten among the trees. Behind it, hard to see at this size, is a U.S. mailbox.
The nearby folly contains an orrery.
On the wall are pictures, empty frames, antique clock faces… a sense of loss?
I confess I have no idea what to make of the exhibit, but it is gorgeous.
HT: Inara Pey
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