I’m drawn to rocks, stones, rock stacks, stone ruins. Claremont’s ground, saturated with rocks, offers ample material for houses to use in pillars, ornamental and functional. Here are a few variations.
Sunday’s Claremont Heritage Home Tour featured homes in the Towne Ranch Estates. Our suburban city, like so many in California, features many ranch style homes which came to prominence in the 50s.
I took a walk along Butte to see if I could figure out which ones were May houses, and these are the three I found. I like that all of them have native drought-tolerant landscaping.
For some reason, I don’t feel as though summer is really here until July. June must fill itself up with things I put off from the school year. Then there are June events to fill up the calendar.
Some of the events included the Annual Vista Track Meet, a talk by Luis Fuerte (the cameraman of the PBS show California’s Gold), a Levitt on the Lawn concert at Scripps College (the Dustbowl Revival), and my sister’s graduation from Fuller Theological Seminary in Pasadena.
A volunteer squash plant sprouted in my yard, and we had a bumper year for apricots which we had to rescue from the squirrels. Plums were good this year, too. A dead city tree was removed, and early June was a great time to hike the Wilderness Park Trail before it got too hot.
The wading pool at Memorial Park was open once again after years of drought. The bottom of the pool has new sea creatures painted on it.
A day trip to Pasadena led to the discovery of a few Little Free Libraries.
The Vintage Flip people are working on two buildings along 4th St. between Harvard and Yale.
Pomona College was busy with weddings and National Cello Institute.
After our LA Art Tour, and a little lunch at the Wurstküche (recommended!), we weren’t quite ready to leave DTLA. I’m not sure how it is that we have lived in So Cal for over 30 years and have never been inside the iconic LA City Hall. Our day had come. The only trick to getting through security was that H had to remove his small Swiss Army Knife from his keychain and “hide” it somewhere outside (next to another, larger Swiss Army Knife).
A list of instructions in about 10 languages explained that to get to the observation deck, one must take the elevator to the 22nd floor, then find the next set of elevators to get to the 26th floor, and from there, walk up a flight of steps. A kind security guard suggested we stop first at the third floor to look at the rotunda. Very nice.
One can walk all the way around the viewing platform for some great views of the city and the mountains.
Grand Park and Disney Concert Hall are not hard to spot.
The big art piece, that looks like a spaceship, in the lower part of the photo is the Triforum.
Building reflections and patterns
And, a bell.
And, yes, we remembered to pick up the hidden Swiss Army Knife on the way out.
Entrance to City Hall is free. Parking is not.
In the dark of night between Sunday and Monday, the Renwick House moved across College Ave. to make way for the new Pomona College art museum. There are photos of the move on Facebook, as well as this video from the Claremont Courier. David Allen wrote about it in his weekly column of the Daily Bulletin. Here are my before and after photos taken in the daylight.
View from Bonita Ave. looking south.
Here today. Gone tomorrow.
Ready for the house, and looking at the new west-facing Renwick House.
The sign on the door is a little understatement. It say’s We’ve Moved. I don’t think the letter carrier will be using that mail slot too soon.
We enjoyed an overnight in Santa Barbara this past weekend, giving us a chance to revisit some of the beautiful landmarks. Many people first think of the Santa Barbara Mission – the Grand Dame of the California Missions. It is particularly lovely as the sun is setting.
I particularly enjoy the County Courthouse, also in the Spanish style.
With its beautiful interiors
And views of Santa Barbara from the tower.
The Renwick House prepares to be moved across College Ave. to its new home to make way for the Pomona College Museum of Art.