The Huntington

It has been a month since I was in San Marino at the Huntington.

I randomly selected my favorite photos, with out any sense of what to write, just the notion that I do not keep a journal, yet see so many things worth sharing.

As I write it dawns on me, that I have chosen a collection of light bulbs, an obvious symbol of my father, a collector and an electrician.

Audubon's Birds of America, the first Elephant folio I have seen in person. This book was spoke of often in my home, as we had lesser versions. I didn't even take a picture of the Gothenburg Bible only a few steps away.

The gardens are filled with Cycads, succulents, and plants that put off the smell of carrion, because they don't use the sweet smell of life to attract bees for pollination, but the stench of death to attract flies.