A final photo for 2025, one last from Garden Glow. It has been a tumultuous year in this country and I’m not particularly sanguine about the one to come. It’s some comfort, though, to remember how often predictions are wrong. Maybe, like Annie sang, the sun will come out tomorrow. Or maybe not, but I’ll keep observing.
As mentioned, due to family circumstances I need to finish out the year with some last pictures from Garden Glow. The inventiveness of the projections on Tower Grove House always surprises and delights. Someone asked if it was accompanied by narration. Not that, but there is an ever-changing musical score.
Most of our friends (except, as it turns out, me and Mrs. C) have seen the holiday movie Home Alone. To generate a little extra revenue, the mighty St. Louis Symphony Orchestra showed the movie this weekend with full accompaniment for John Williams’ score. We took granddaughter Ellie, who thought it was much better than watching it on television.
I’ll need to fill in some more from Garden Glow as the year ends. No new images since we are driving to Kansas City today for a funeral. Too many people—like us—getting too old.
Another Garden Glow favorite that changes year to year. Tower Grove House was the home of the wealthy 19th Century merchant, Henry Shaw. He donated the land that became the Missouri Botanical Garden and adjacent Tower Grove Park. The projections on the building constantly change and evolve, and are different every year. Again, I marvel at the technology.
Over the years, my City Daily Photo colleague Steffe has posted a series of beautiful photos of an ancient tree near where he lives outside of Stockholm. The Missouri Botanical Garden has a magnificent, tall specimen (I’m ashamed that I don’t know the species) that is lit in the same way year after year. It looks ghostly, not in tune with the season’s cheery theme. Again, I can’t imagine the work it took to put all those lights up so precisely.
Groups of illuminated trees at Garden Glow. My first association was that they were being consumed by a magical fire. Then I thought they were being attacked by a swarm of radioactive fireflies.
