VANISHING POINT

The central east-west axis on Tower Grove Park. I don't like how Blogger reduces resolution and richness. The original image is more intense.           

RELAXED TRANSPORTATION

 

While wandering around Tower Grove Looking for things to photograph, I was sitting in my car and saw this coming by. All by itself, no parade, no event. It was puzzling because there aren't any stables in the park but I bet there was a day when this was a common sight.                         

MUSIC, SWEET MUSIC

The bandstand in Tower Grove Park, flanked by the busts of Beethoven and Wagner seen here recently. I've never been to a performance but there must be concerts sometimes since there are rows of benches to its left. Not likely that you would hear German heavyweights. Maybe more John Phillip Sousa or the style of The Music Man but definitely not Martha and the Vandellas.           

GUARDIAN

Looking just up and over from the view in yesterday's post, a pair of copper griffins guard the main east entrance to Tower Grove Park. The must have some useful power because what's inside is pristine.              

FAMILY HISTORY

 

A view through one of the gates of Tower Grove Park. The church across Grand Boulevard is where Mrs. C and I were married plus or minus 49 years ago. We put it on ourselves and didn't ask our parents for help so it was small. My brother and I wore absurd yellow and black tuxes that made us look like bumblebees. She shared a bit of her Valium prescription, for which I was grateful. I found a keyboard transcription of the first movement of Bach's Third Brandenburg Concerto that I wanted to use as a recessional. The organist butchered it. But after that things worked out pretty well.