Sunday, March 26, 2017

Photo Essay: The New Wilshire Grand, In Progress

I'm usually rushing to see a building before it closes or gets demolished...



...but this this weekend, I had the rare treat of getting a sneak preview of a landmark-in-the-making before it's completed in May and opens in June.



This is the site of the "new" Wilshire Grand Center in Downtown LA's financial district.



Topped by stainless steel spire, the 1100-foot glass skyscraper is not only the tallest building in LA (beating out the U.S. Bank Tower, though just barely)...



...but also the tallest west of the Mississippi.



Rising up just 73 floors, it hasn't got the most floors of any of its peer towers—but each of its floors are pretty tall.



The $1.2 billion project is slated to become the home of the Intercontinental luxury hotel chain...



...and replaces the former Hotel Statler from 1950 (which later became the Statler Hilton, then the Omni Hotel, then the Wilshire Grand), which was deconstructed in 2012.



In addition to the nearly 900 hotel rooms, the skyscraper will also feature a number of public spaces from which you can take in the view...



...which includes the roofs of flat-topped buildings that were never meant to be seen from above (and are downright dwarfed by this new, pointy behemoth).



In addition to the hotel's "sky lobby" on the 70th floor, there will also be an indoor bar and steakhouse restaurant...



...as well as a heated outdoor bar.



But even inside the skyscraper, you won't be able to avoid the outdoors or natural light—whether you're standing under the swooping skylight...



...or working out in the fitness center, with its 11-foot windows.



An LED curtain will be installed into these window frames to illuminate the tower at night.



The high-speed elevators up to the 70th floor aren't functional yet, but reportedly their ascent will take just 45 seconds.



Even the service elevators were pretty speedy, as they brought us to the hotel's soon-to-be meeting rooms, grand ballroom...



...and other areas that aren't quite ready for their close-up yet.



Appropriately, the architectural design firm behind the project is AC Martin—also responsible for LA's first "skyscraper," our current City Hall.



As I told the woman on our tour who'd asked me if I was an architect, "I'm a historian—and this is history in the making."



The new Wilshire Grand certainly stands out among its neighbors at Figueroa and 7th Streets, and not just because of its height.



Using a mixture of classic design elements like glazed terra-cotta tiles and marble...



...alongside modern and technologically-advanced uses of concrete and steel (including elevators that supposedly can be used during a fire evacuation), it's almost retro-futuristic.



The project is actually owned by Korean Air, which may explain why the shape of the high-rise evokes a very shiny wing of a commercial jet.

Of course, they might've made it too shiny, as they're already getting complaints about its blinding reflections. (Here we go again...)

It can be hard to see what something will become, if you see it just in its early stages of development. But fortunately, the Wilshire Grand is actually almost done—and so far, it's pretty true to its renderings.

I wonder, though, what this building will mean to us in the future. Will it become known as someone's folly—a great expression of hubris that no one could ever see reflected in all those mirrored surfaces?

Or will Downtown LA watch its wide open spaces slowly close in on themselves as the area becomes more and more claustrophobically crowded with monolithic clusters, coming to signify some imminently dystopian metropolis?

I guess only time will tell.

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A Wild Parrot of The City of Roses



There's an organization based in eastern San Diego County called SoCal Parrot that rescues, rehabilitates, and releases wild parrots that are down on their luck.

And quite often, it happens in Pasadena—where hundreds of exotic birds have gone feral, though their ancestors were likely domesticated (and somehow got out).

The problem with a San Diego-based organization rescuing injured and displaced birds in Pasadena is, quite simply, the drive. There's just too much traffic and too many birds reported too many times to keep shuttling back and forth. the entire way.

So, being just 20 minutes away from Pasadena yesterday, I found myself volunteering to relay a wayward male parrot (probably an Amazona autumnalis) from a shelter to a meeting point in Riverside County, where I'd hand him off in his little cardboard carrier to the next person in the relay, who'd bring him the rest of the way to the town of Jamul.

Now, I know that this little guy is a wild animal and is only habituated to humans from afar. I know that he wouldn't make a good pet and that if that cardboard box weren't between us, he'd likely bite and scratch me.

But I couldn't help getting a little attached to him during our two-hour drive together.

He watched me through one of the air holes in the box as I sang to the radio and intermittently told him he was going to be OK. He didn't fight. He didn't squawk. He played a little with the small towel that the shelter had placed in there with him for comfort; and, at one point, I could see him perching upside down inside the box, his claws and beak making the rounds from the various holes on the top and the sides.

Before I'd picked him up, I'd been regretting signing up for the task. I hadn't slept well. I'd already had a full day and already had encountered a number of closed lanes, car accidents, and other freeway slowdowns; so, the last thing I wanted was to spend another (potentially) four hours behind the wheel.

And it wasn't an emergency, per se. His condition was stable. He'd eaten some fruit earlier in the day, and he'd been perching. He just wasn't flying.

But, more importantly, he was lost. He'd been separated from his flock. And he was going to need some help.

The key for me was keeping him wild. He's not going to be kept as a pet, and—if he gets flying again—he's not going to get stuck inside some "forever home" sanctuary where he'll pick himself bald.

If and when he's well enough, he'll get a new family of other rescued and rehabilitated parrots of the same or similar species and around the same age.

Then, that group will get released into an existing flock in the wild.

Hopefully, the new flock won't reject them.

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Thursday, March 23, 2017

Photo Essay: The Creatures That Conquered the Desert

I'd seen some dinosaurs and other rusted metal sculptures out in the middle of nowhere in Anza-Borrego when I first visited back in 2009, but I didn't take particular note of them. They just seemed like they belonged in the desert.



But then I met their artist, Ricardo Breceda, when I visited his studio a couple of years ago—and after that, I started seeing his monumental wildlife all over Southern California.



So, it's been tough to forget that there were a bunch more of them that I'd missed out on, having given them only a passing glance in the fleeting moments of me passing by in my car.



But my recent trip back to Anza-Borrego to report on the wildflower "superbloom" was the perfect opportunity to make up for the missed opportunity...



...and to kill two birds with one stone by spotting blooms and beasts, all together in one place.



Seeing these wild animals all clustered together at the studio is one thing...



...but it's an entirely different thing to see them in situ.



The landscape behind them desaturates...



...as they jump out into the foreground...



...like some creature from some black lagoon...



...or some monster from some lake.



Since they first started appearing in 2008, they've seamlessly made the desert their home...



...rising up from some underworld beneath the sand...



...ready to lash out at this new world that greets them.



The sheet metal sculptures in this wild animal kingdom are supposedly based on what's been discovered in the longest continuous fossil record in North America, right here in Anza-Borrego.



If anything like these creatures actually roamed above ground here once...


Screenshot of "The Monster That Challenged the World" from DVDTalk

...who knows what long-buried monstrosities a little seismic activity could open the door for?!

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Photo Essay: The Healing Powers of Highland Springs

If you happened to find yourself at the Highland Springs Ranch & Inn in Cherry Valley, CA (about 30 miles east of the City of Riverside, in Riverside County), it probably would be for one of three things: olives, lavender, or sheep.

Or, if you're lucky, you can experience all three at once.

The town of Cherry Valley is still incredibly rural, considering its proximity to the 10 Freeway. But its history of cherry-picking (reportedly the first to debut the popular "U-Pick" during a shortage of farmhands) has given way to these new crops (and to the apples that send people through Cherry Valley on their way north to Oak Glen).



It was the Olive Festival that first brought me to Highland Springs, where I perused the goods in the cottages known as the Organic Galleries...



...and skulked around the tiny, time warp cabins—some vacant, some occupied, and all clearly with lots of stories to tell.



The so-called ranch and inn at Highland Springs were built on the former San Gorgonio Rancho, a cattle ranch that was owned by the San Gabriel Mission and that shares its name with the highest peak in Southern California.



In the 1920s, the property was known as "Highland Springs Resort"—a health-minded wellness resort that drew the likes of Albert EinsteinErnest HemingwayBob Hope, and Roy Rogers to stay for vegetarian meals, juice fasts, and colonics.



Eventually, it attracted people who were so bad off, it earned the nickname "The Last Resort."



But decades before that, it was a stagecoach stop known as "Smith Station"...



...and it attracted the likes of Wyatt Earp (and some lawless robbers and murderers, too), on their way eastward to Arizona.



And centuries before that, the "Grand Oak"—a 1100-year-old coastal live oak tree—was just a sapling, with no white man in sight.



Today, the historic structures that haven't burned down have been restored...



...though the pool, jacuzzi, and bathhouse remain closed...



...indefinitely.



Today, the focus at Highland Springs is less on recreation, rehabilitation, rest, and repose...



...though the tennis courts await a fresh serve...



...and the basketball hoop could use a good dunk.



Tucked away beyond the manicured lawns and amidst the groves of trees are whimsical and enchanted faux bois bridges, railings, and benches...



...as well as fountains, wishing wells, and figurines that have somehow survived the ranch's preservation and modernization efforts.



Highland Springs is now home to 123 Farm, which nurtures, harvests, and distills from the organic lavender fields and olive tree groves...



...and herds organically-raised sheep.



The flock roams a 70-acre pasture, mingling with free-range chickens and roosters, safely protected from coyotes and such by a Great Pyrenees named Bear.



With rising spring temperatures, this is the time of the year that too-fluffy fleece can make the sheep uncomfortably hot...



...and so begins the ritual of shearing, not only to shed their winter coats but to provide wool for spinning into yarn and felting.



Sheep have a tendency towards parasite infections, so to stay healthy without use of veterinary drugs, they eat olive leaves—which happen to be naturally antimicrobial, antiviral, and anti-parasitic.



Of course, this is a working farm that's left its resort days of vegetarianism in the past, so it uses the milk from the ewes to make soap and cheese; and it uses the rams as studs to make babies, until such time that they're sent "on vacation" to be made into dinner at the onsite restaurant, The Grand Oak Steakhouse (which also serves organic eggs from the farm as well as lavender-infused olive oil vinaigrette and other house-made delights).

For all its whimsy, this place has some serious historical layers to explore, as well as quiet areas to escape and make a wish.

Maybe it's the vast expanse of agricultural acreage, or maybe it's the clean desert air under a clear desert sky, but Highland Springs feels magical and—though it has abandoned such purpose—healing.

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