Your Monday Photo Shoot: Post any winter photos you didn't get around to posting earlier. Because winter is going, going, gone, baby. Think of it as a last salute.I can do that.
This isn't snow. It's rain. I think so, anyway. I have no particular memory of taking the photo, but it dates from January 31st.
On to more interesting sights:
So today we did go to Taliesin West, Frank Lloyd Wright's winter home, studio and architectural school from the late 1930s until his death in the 1950s. I'd been there once before, briefly, meeting my online friend Sarah for the first time. Today, though, I actually went on one of the tours.
John and I opted for the 90-minute Insights tour, because it included a few living quarters interiors. I liked the lack of box shapes, inside and out, but overall, there wasn't much that we thought would be relevant to our own needs and tastes. For example, these two beds above, separated by a low wall, were Frank Lloyd Wright's "Do not disturb" bed (left) and his OK to disturb bed (right). If he was in the left one, which was farther from the building's entrance, it meant he was catching up on sleep after a marathon creative session, and should not be awakened unless someone really important needed to see him urgently. I wish I could get away with that! But the beds themselves are just little cots.
And here, steps away, is part of FLW's bathroom. At one time I wanted to go for an industrial modern look for my own bathroom, sort of space ship style, with lots of gleaming metal offset by blue. But it's not going to happen.
After Taliesin we found our way to the Spire FLW designed for the Arizona state house. When it was finally built a couple of years ago, it went up at the corner of Scottsdale Road and Frank Lloyd Wright Drive, in front of an Italian restaurant. More on this tomorrow night.
From there we made our way back to IKEA. John measured his car trunk and back seat with twine, and decided that the desk I liked (Mikael in "beech effect") would fit in there, barely. So we bought it, and drove home.
Now I have to pack up much of this room, throw away what I can and move the rest out so that we can put the new desk in and make other improvements. The ucky orange carpeting will go away, and the unusable closet doors, and foam where unfinished walls meet the unfinished ceiling.
But not tonight!