Scarborough Bluffs
ON SUNDAY MORNING, we greeted the sunrise from the Scarborough Bluffs. Could there possibly be anywhere else in the whole world that we needed to be more than right there, right then?
IN A PREVIOUS blog entry, “Clover the Hills and Far Away“, I discussed a style of literature, plays, poetry, and painting that was invented about five hundred years ago in Venice, Italy, known as ‘pastoral’. In this blog entry, Part Two of my exploration into the origins — and prejudices — of the modern landscaping trade, I discuss how the exotic images in these pastoral paintings became the basis for a new movement in terraforming, and an corresponding ideology that has come to eclipse all other belief systems about the relationship between spaces and species.
