Some of the rooms were pretty lush with ripe, colorful plants, and others were empty, with just hoses, sinks, and old signs and equipment. Off to the side wasa small alcove, with a chair, a radio, and a newspaper and I imagined we had come on someone's cooping spot. Time passed or it didn't, and then we heard steps and someone came by, said he was locking up, and told us we were not allowed in there. So we started back out the way we came. It is sort of a labyrinth in there. Outside, our quiet and mysterious worker was still smoking and looking off into the distance.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Where were we...
....oh, yeah. We spent late afternoon walking around the neighborhood looking for a possible distribution point for the CSA, and we eventually wound up in Forest Park. Near the bandshell and carousel we took a path to the right and saw a greenhouse. It reminded me of our visit to Coe Hall on Long Island. As we got closer, we saw it was pretty beat up and abandoned. There was one guy standing around outside, smoking, and we figured if we were not supposed to be there....well, he would say something. We stepped through the door, turned this way and then that, and we went room to room as I took some pix.
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