seeds of architecture, the environment and the american landscape from Washington DC

On a recent trip to the Morton Arboretum I had the chance to walk through the Schulenberg Prairie. Despite the many visitors on this particular Saturday, Kate and I were the only two in the prairie and had the landscape to ourselves (and the billions of bugs, insects, birds, and few cacophonous cars).

I felt very at home in that set of plants and critters and it made me think of the cultural geographer Yi Fu Tuan and his description of comfort in the American southwest. And while the beauty of the prairie is in plants such as Purple Coneflower Echinacea purpurea, the power of the prairie is up to twelve feet deep where roots are storing water, carbon and nutrients necessary for survival. Hence, of course, the fertility of midwest soil and the ongoing growth of corn for cars and cattle.

The unfortunate reality of our historical cultivation is that we released more carbon expunging expanses of prairie than we will ever release from all the cars in United States combined. According to the Nature Conservancy, less than 4% of the original tallgrass prairie remains.

We have crossed a cliff where conservation will not be enough. Conservationists cannot do enough. It is time for regenerationists. Regenerationists will have to recognize that humans are part of the current ecology (and will be for the foreseeable future, but if not…) and must intertwine human action with ecological balance. Prairie museums will not be enough. Prairies are going to have to take over front lawns, rooftops, building facades, and highway medians. Their regeneration must be aggressive and stealth; beautiful and functional.

Morus rubra

In my dreams I was picking ripe persimmons and bowling ball size pommegranites from trees along a shaded street. The persimmons were somehow more orange and tasted like sunrise. In my day life, I have been lunching on mulberries Morus rubra and serviceberries Amelanchier arborea, both now ripe in and around the dc area. The looks I get as I pick fruit from trees and pop them in my mouth are those of confusion and disbelief. It seems that we have grown accepting of pesticide bathed, individually wrapped, laboratory grown and cross-continent shipped fruits and vegetables but aghast by the thought that these thing once grew on a tree or in the ground. Under fluorescent lights, with a *SALE* nametag we notice and respect these things but beneath the cover of green they fail to catch our eye.

ChemLawn and the movement of beauty

While I was eating mulberries from the tree in the photograph above I was thinking about ChemLawn. Imagine a company being called ChemLawn; that’s what was plastered on the trucks and yard stakes that would decorate the street and lawn I grew up on. I was remembering that logo and thinking about beauty and how fluid it is. Of course, great efforts are still made in the pursuit of monocultural lawns of neon grass, but cultural eyes seem to be awakening to the toxicity of the pursuit. The word chemical is in a dive. As beauty is re-defined it will be interesting to note its dripline. Will well placed weeds and edible berries overtake chemical fertilizers and relentless lawns under the protection landscape logic and ethical aesthetics? Without a sure answer, I continue spending my days Influencing the flow of beauty towards something less ridiculous…

TruGreen ChemLawn is now TruGreen, because one word is all you need for a great lawn. We have shortened our name to make it easier for you to remember that we are the experts of lawn care. While we are known as “TruGreen”, the name ChemLawn will always be a part of our Company. The two companies merged in 1992 and we kept both names for the last 15 years because ChemLawn was a respected and trusted name in lawn care.

Recently, we have refocused our company to be much more customer oriented. Enhanced service levels, the introduction of Lawn Quality Audits (LQAs), EASYPAY and the customer benefits of the new TruGreen.com are just a few examples of the many customer initiatives here at TruGreen.

This name change is symbolic of these fundamental customer improvements. The “new” TruGreen is dedicated to Superior Service and Visible Results by proving to you, our valued customers, that to us, Your Lawn Means More. (http://lawn-care.trugreen.com)

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Connected by a coastal thread two hours south of Cancun Mexico is a town of 14,000 people called Tulum. Translated from Mayan, the name Tulum means wall or fence. The title references the ruins of a walled Mayan community built and inhabited between 1200 and 1450. The site was formerly known as Zama, meaning City of Dawn.

Sun burned, standing 40 feet above an impossible blue ocean and squinting into the southeastern sky it becomes quite clear why ancient Tulum was named the City of Dawn and why all bedroom windows should face SE.

The orientation is empowering, humbling and logically selected.

Once the site was chosen, the forest was cleared and the future city was walled on three sides with the ocean cliff providing protection on the fourth. Temples, palaces, homes and castles inhabit the site, all orthogonally positioned to the Caribbean coast and organized to worship such wonderful things as Venus and the Wind.

The ruinous landscape is intensely powerful in its topographic siting and continuing decay; an ongoing testament to the control of the sun, the planets, the wind and the waves. Landscape and architecture moving slowly into another at the hands of salt and ultraviolet leaving residual axes and green grass to revel in culturally protected moments of shade.

In 2020 Washington DC should hold a World’s Fair.

But it should be a different kind of World’s Fair.

Instead of spiraling people and culture to a particular geographic place, this event would spiral out. Digital information from each participating country or region would be collected, organized and re-presented to the world. Although all the data would be stored in Washington DC, the fair would be accessible from anywhere. A giant l.e.d. world would be displayed on the National Mall mapping the weave of connections between access and destination points. The weave would of course be constantly changing; different locations on the globe aglow at different times of day and during significant geographic and political events.

tracing inspiration; on looking through the Columbian World’s Fair Atlas…

The Columbian Exposition (1893 Chicago World’s Fair) opened on May 1, 1893 and continued until October 30, 1893. During the 6 months it was open nearly 30 million people traveled to Chicago to see the fair. While many other Expositions have been held since, few were of the scope, organization and duration orchestrated to build the White City (exposition list from the Bureau International des Expositions).

A sanctioned exposition is scheduled to occur in 2020, and American cities such as Houston, Energy and Exploration: A Vision for the Future, New York, Showcasing the World, and San Francisco Interculture: Celebrating the World’s Cultures while Creating New Ones through Interaction and Exchange are already vying to host the expo.

Instead of creating a destination, I think Washington DC could become a conductor through which information could be charged; the copper of next World’s Fair. The wiring is already in place. The political network centered in DC could provide a conduit of submission to be supplemented with less formal strings and loops. The creation of the fair would create technologically advanced jobs in DC and across the world with each country / region working to showcase their future. And of course as part of the future we would reflect on century old visions.

If you are in Washington DC and have some free time this week or this upcoming weekend, go see the Azaleas in bloom at the National Arboretum. Although the Rhododendron genus is certainly not my favorite collection of species, and Azaleas are not in my view the most interesting of plants, I must admit that their display and collection of color is fantastic (in a sort of F. Scott Fitzgerald way). Not because of any one species or even as a collection of flowering azaleas but more because of the composition and experience as a whole. Moving from the Capital Columns set in the meadow to the Azalea collection set beneath a canopy cover helps contain their song and let light in and out of the path. I found them most striking when they were able to contrast a structure of brick paths and boxwood edges. It was great to see so many people at the Arboretum and I encourage anyone to get there within the next couple weeks to see the blooms.

If i was a bird I think I would eat red berries. I think my favorite would be serviceberries. I wonder what else I would think about? Surely I would travel in search of hedgerows along century old American farmlands and seek winter warmth in coniferous hearts.

What if I was to design a landscape entirely from the perspective of a bird? Would humans appreciate it? Would they applaud its variance from other parks and plazas? Could I design a house for a human that birds would like to fly over, land on and sleep around? Could the walls of my house be houses for birds… singing the sun under the western horizon.

As a bird, would I like music? How about Bob Dylan? What is the best size wire to land on? Are my feet shaped this way to stand in a particular tree? Are my colors suited to the changing landscape. As the leaves, berries and blue skies disintegrate into a culture of consumption will my feathers match the strip mall? Will it matter anymore?

My bird’s eye view still looks for serviceberries and serviceberries are coming soon. Amelanchier sp., common name Serviceberry or Juneberry, is an understory tree that flowers in early spring (now) then produces small (1/2″) red/purple berries that are prized by 40+ species of birds and some astute humans. The fruits likely won’t be out around these parts until late June or July but the flowers that are blooming now are paving a sweet road to summer…between the white flowers, the delicious fruit and lantern fall color, the serviceberry is surely top 5.

With gas prices continuing to go up, up, up, we are undoubtedly going to be inundated with politiking over who is to blame. The Republicans blame Nancy Pelosi for raising gas prices and just about everything else wrong with our economy. The Democrats will blame Big Oil and the friend in the White House. On top of the blame game, presidential candidates McCain and Clinton are proposing lifting the federal gas tax. Obama is courageously refusing to support this short term fix which will have no long term effect on gas prices.

Unfortunately not everyone lives in a metro happy city like DC or can sell their car and buy a bike like me. So what are we to do as we near $4 a gallon? Tom Friedman’s excellent column in today’s NY Times gets it right - if we are going to help people survive in world of higher gas prices, we have got to start investing in alternatives.

“But here’s what’s scary: our problem is so much worse than you think. We have no energy strategy. If you are going to use tax policy to shape energy strategy then you want to raise taxes on the things you want to discourage — gasoline consumption and gas-guzzling cars — and you want to lower taxes on the things you want to encourage — new, renewable energy technologies. We are doing just the opposite.

Are you sitting down?

Few Americans know it, but for almost a year now, Congress has been bickering over whether and how to renew the investment tax credit to stimulate investment in solar energy and the production tax credit to encourage investment in wind energy. The bickering has been so poisonous that when Congress passed the 2007 energy bill last December, it failed to extend any stimulus for wind and solar energy production. Oil and gas kept all their credits, but those for wind and solar have been left to expire this December. I am not making this up. At a time when we should be throwing everything into clean power innovation, we are squabbling over pennies.

These credits are critical because they ensure that if oil prices slip back down again — which often happens — investments in wind and solar would still be profitable. That’s how you launch a new energy technology and help it achieve scale, so it can compete without subsidies.”

on planting trees…

I spent Earth Day (Wednesday the 22 of April, 2008) planting trees. However, these carbon consuming machines were not your garden variety stick the shovel in the backyard and toss in a stick with some branches on it trees.  They were big plants; house sized trees that cost more than most cars and alter local weather. We’re talking trees that deserve a crane to plant them…

The root ball of the tree shown  is a 20 feet diameter laced artwork. Although I don’t know the age of the tree I would guess it to be at least 15 years old. And so this becomes a question of buying time.  Affecting the landscape with such size certainly provides a satisfaction of immediacy, but isn’t there something about measuring the struggling seed; about marking the kitchen wall against the marks of your sister? Since younger trees, particularly ones that haven’t been shocked by transplanting, grow much faster than larger and older trees I wonder if were not missing something by allowing ourselves to wait and watch something grow. 

Or maybe this is an inspiring testament to the resiliency of trees and a parallel perspective on our ability to uproot and re-establish in a new American soil… sending new feeder roots through channels supported by a culture of scientific solutions and a mix of proper medicines.

Behind either perspective is the simplicity of digging up the dirt and letting something grow inside it.  New and old laces drinking up an alphabet of elements and releasing something good to breathe. 

Frank Lloyd Wright designed the Herbert and Katherine Jacobs second home in December of 1943.

Despite my ongoing pursuit of plant knowledge and current employment as a landscape architect, architecture was my first love, and however cliche in the architecture community it may be, I will continue to argue that FLW was the best and most influential architect ever. Although published far less frequently than other Wright homes, one of the most interesting houses he designed and built was the Jacobs II house.

On the first six working drawings of the Jacobs II house (as it is often referred to) the project is labeled “solar hemicyclo”. Subsequent drawings and references use the name “solar hemicycle”. The house is called a solar hemicycle because the plan is based on a south facing semi-circle. Although the home occupies only 120 degrees, planting beds occupy the remaining 30 degrees on each side, finalizing the half circle.

The design was shown to the clients at Taliesin on February 8, 1944. Paul Sprague defines the geometry of the home in its National Historic Landmark Nomination as follows;

In plan it was nothing more than an arc of about 120 degrees. Inside it would be two stories, 14 feet in height, and would spread out along the arc for approximately 88 feet at the rear, or north side, and 60 feet on its front , or south side. Its depth inside was to be 17 feet. The south wall would be all glass, 48 feet in length, divided between doors and fixed panes.

I find the home most interesting because of its relationship to the site and its integration with a landscape that extends from the north berm all the way to the southern sun. The entry procession cuts through the ground and bleeds sunlight on the other side.

The sunlight is captured as heat in the home during the winter and shaded by a large overhang in the summer.

The poetry of the house is less in the furniture or details but rather grounded in the stone wall, concrete floor, and cylindrical towers that contain a stairwell and service functions. The house has a strength that I think is often guilded in other Wright homes. Sunlight and plants drive through the veins and keep the house breathing and beautiful even in eventual decay.

(original photography credits unknown; photograph color and diagram by Ryan Moody)

When gardens stop war.

5 years into the second volume of this babelized war it occurs to me that bamboo can grow as fast as 3 feet per day and that a white oak beats gravity at more than a foot per year. Forget a dividing wall. Forget airplanes filled with food. Want to divide people; grow a garden. Want to feed people; grow a garden. Grow a big, aggressive as hell collection of plants (modified beyond natural recognition) to grow fast, tall, fruit bearing, pulp encircling, fuel producing and outrageously beautiful. Throw seed bombs from planes and watch the monster grow by the minute. Let it divide waring factions, feed hungry stomachs, warm cold nights, boil parasitic water, and bloom until the flowers catch every damn bullet. Forget flower power, lets fight with trees…

or lets at least collect the eggs of our favorite native plants, encase them in soil and toss the seed bombs over every urban fence protecting wastelands of concrete and grass.

Most Washingtonians already know that this week is peak bloom for our famous cherry trees. Even if you haven’t seen the flowering trees, you can tell by the hordes of tourists that have descended upon the city. If (like me) you don’t enjoy fighting the crowds down at the Tidal Basin, there are quite beautiful cherry blossom displays scattered throughout the city. The Washington Gardner Magazing blog has a list here that includes Dumbarton Oaks and the National Arboretum. There are also some pretty impressive displays in some of the city’s smaller parks like the view from my office window in Stanton Park (4th and Mass Ave NE) , and the park/walkway from Union Station to the Capitol Building. My favorite way to see peak bloom  is heading to the Tidal Basin after dark. The tourists have departed, and the lighting gives the cherry blossoms a beautiful pink glow.

Time is short. Peak bloom ends Thursday, although there are always a few late bloomers like the new cherry trees at Nationals Park that failed to bloom by opening day.

On my family tree and the one out the window…

Growing on the sunny side of the window closest to my current desk is a beautiful Witchhazel. While I don’t know the story of Arnold’s promise, the name of this particular cultivar, I do know a thing about witches. It turns out that my sister is a witch… or shall I say that both my sister and I are descendants of a witch. We happen to be relatives of Susannah Martin, one of 19 witches hanged in Salem in 1692.

While this relation bestows many powers upon me (spells, potion mixing, broomcraft travel, etc.) it unfortunately does not provide for a fuller understanding of Hamamelis x intermedia, common name Witchhazel. If one traces the etymology of this common name it shakes out that the witch in Witchhazel is derived from the Old English word ”wice” and the Middle English ”wyche”, both of which mean pliant. Susan Post at the INHS Center for Economic Entomology explains;

The tree has also been called water-witch. The word witch comes from an Anglo-Saxon word meaning “to bend.” The forked springy branches of witch hazel were used by early settlers, and later dowsers, as divining rods to search and detect underground water and minerals.

As someone more attune with magical mixes I find the plants homepathic uses as an astringent and lotion more valuable. Scroll down Steven Foster’s overview of Witchhazel for a tested preparation of bark and leaves and some excellent background information on this fine plant.

Looking back to the family tree, the genealogical rhizomes of the Moody’s (including Susannah Martin) have been studied and documented by my Grandmother, Dorothy Moody, and it is a gift from her that I turn to as a conclusion. She recently gave me her copy of Trees, Stars and Birds, a book of Outdoor Science, published in 1919 by Edwin Lincoln Moseley. Upon receiving it I learned that it was one of her favorite books as a child and that she often studied it in her youth. Trees, stars and birds linked in words and drawings… The mixture is very inspiring to me and I can’t help but set a sylvan scene of Witchhazel potions, sun yellow flowers and flying witches when I peek beyond the panes from the drawing on my desk.

I have been hearing a lot about “green-collar” jobs lately and I wasn’t sure what to make of all the fuss. But last week at an historic conference on green jobs in Pittsburgh, I realized that unlike other of-the-moment green trends, the “green-collar” jobs movement has deep roots and the great potential to unite the environmental, labor, and social and economic justice movements. The conference was more than just the latest meeting of high-minded progressive intellectuals although there were plenty of those armed with power-point presentation. In a city which is being reborn thanks to urban and environmental renewal rank and file union members rubbed elbows with anti-poverty organizers and environmental activists. Even more astounding was that the issue that brought these unlikely allies together is global warming.

As a sometimes cynical Washington lobbyist it takes a lot to inspire me these days, but that is exactly how I felt driving away from Pittsburgh past the recovered brownfields and towards wind turbines that are sprouting up all over Pennsylvania. The overarching message of the conference was that global warming is not only the biggest environmental challenge humanity has ever faced, but it also could be one of the greatest economic opportunities our nation has ever seen. Imagine this: we need to rebuild our energy system in order to stop global warming. Building wind farms, installing solar panels, retro-fitting buildings to make them more energy independent and manufacturing all the parts, products, vehicles, and train cars that will make it possible will create hundreds of thousands and possibly millions of jobs. Now imagine that all of those jobs were union jobs that provided good benefits and a living wage to impoverished people. Suddenly global warming could provide “green pathways out of poverty” in the words environmental justice rock star Van Jones.

At the conference the Apollo Alliance - a coalition organization of labor, environmental, and social justice groups - released a report that highlights many of the green job success stories already happening across the country including right here in DC. Mayor Adrian Fenty has created a “Green Jobs Advisory Council” uniting several city departments. Their goal is to meet the District’s environmental policy goals on green buildings, energy efficiency and water quality by building a skilled “green-collar” workforce of DC residents. Chicago, Oakland, New York City, Millwaukee, Minneapolis and other cities across the country are pursuing similar policies.

So maybe the oil companies, Big Coal, and global warming deniers are right that saving our planet will be the end of our economy as we know it. But that doesn’t worry me if we replace it with a more just, sustainable, and equitable system that revitalizes our cities and brings economic opportunity to millions.

Octopi and radii, but unfortunately no Croci. There are over eighty species of Crocuses. Photographed species unknown, we march towards Spring nonetheless. The most impressive Crocus scene I have collected was at Dumbarton Oaks last year. I encourage any and all to seek it sooner than Summer. The combination I have spotted most often around Capitol Hill has been purple and yellow. Itten would call it complementary contrast and suggest 3 purples for every yellow, and me,

I suppose I would try to design a red one and fill half my yard.

One to one red to green just like the Bauhaus tells me. My perennial text is at the office otherwise I might threaten to name these devils. Any botanists out there? Crocus lovers, what say you; what flavor have we found? And so I go on wondering about the radio at night, if birds see in color and why they (the birds not the flowers) are so noisy at sunset. The Crocuses are smart and I wonder how consistent they are. How close are they to sprouting at the same time every year? Chasing seasons just like the birds… and me. Eleven days, each one longer than the last.