Posts Tagged ‘Fairmount Park’

About a year ago, while playing football in our backyard, we noticed some things that looked like sticks from a distance, but when we examined them, we realised that they were two deer legs. We stopped the football game and were slightly disturbed for a while because we couldn’t fathom how these two legs got there. Then we figured that a hunter must have shot the deer, then cleaned it and cut off its legs. Then a wild animal probably dragged it into our yard before he became aware that he couldn’t eat them and left them alone. The legs looked pretty cool. They still had fur on them and you could see the bones and the knee-joint and everything. We thought it was weird but sort of funny. Another thing we thought was funny was this smashed rat on the Schuylkill river path. It was on a grate that lets water down and was as thin as paper. It looked like a couple of cars had run over him. Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of it but I’ll describe it as good as I can. It was very flat, like I already said, and had very matted dirty gray fur. Its tail was sort of bent and the parts of him that weren’t supported by the grate sagged down so that he resembled a wavy potato chip. We stared at him for a while and then moved on. The next time we came by, we were disappointed. Our friend the rat was gone.

by Dink

As we were taking our walk on our way to the “sculpture” gardens, there were several slopes that we walked up. We noticed some signs, saying: “caution, steep slope ahead” or something, and the slope wasn’t even very steep. There were also some rocks there that looked like they could be climbed with some difficulty. However, once you had finished climbing, it would be really hard to get back down and only a complete idiot would climb them. Yet the park owners felt they needed to put up a sign reading, “rock climbing is prohibited”. Along the path we also saw a sign nailed into a lamppost that said “speed limit 5 mph”. Even though this sign is there, a lot of bike riders go way faster than 5 mph.

by John

We have just returned from a scenic walk along the banks of the Schuylkill river. The walk was quite nice, despite being in the middle of the city of Philadelphia. We take one such journey nearly every weekend, and it is sadly the only exercise available to us here in the city. We like to go from the beginning of the trail and travel to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, which, although we pass it weekly, we have never visited for the purpose of looking at art…perhaps a review of the museum and the art inside is in order.

The topic of this post is clearly stated in the title, and it is the sculpture gardens, which are located just outside the art museum. We have visited these gardens multiple times, and although I can’t say I’m impressed with the artwork there, I will tell you just a little about it. Before I begin, however, I should tell you that though the sculptures themselves are not amazing, the area around the gardens is actually quite nice. It is well-kept and very neat, with small trees growing here and there. If you look out of the gardens opposite the museum, you see a small man-made waterfall, which is accessible by the aforementioned path, which ventures out to within feet of the structure. It is quite nice to look at it, not only from close up but from a distance as well. But then you turn a corner and there are the sculptures.

The first two sculptures are built with cubes set on top of each other. The first is a pyramid, and the second is a thing called “steps.” Not surprisingly, it resembles two sets of steps facing each other. Further along, there is a large electrical plug, and a stone with chips in it, called “Origin.” Up ahead, a tall and wavy rock entitled “Dance.” Other sculptures include “Rain Mountain,” “Rock Chair,” and “Untitled.” My personal favorite is a sculpture of a naked human, curled into a ball. It is called “Steel Woman 2.” All in all, I was not impressed by the sculptures. As my young brother said, “Some of them look like they were made with Lego’s by a 5 year old.”

by Niles