It's amazing what a little elevation can do. I was born and spent my entire life until last year in the Asheville area, up in the mountains. Even now the house my husband and I bought last year is less than fifty miles away from the house where we lived for the last nine years before coming down here. However, down here we're about a thousand feet lower in elevation and that makes all the difference.
Take spring, for instance. In the mountains spring is not the season of glory. Fall is. Up there in the spring, this blooms, then that, this this over here, then that over there until before you know it, spring has slipped discreetly into deep green summer and you wonder vaguely if you might have missed something. Then, in the fall, you wake up one morning to discover that in the night someone stole all the green away and left behind gold and scarlet and orange. Tourists come from all over to see it. Meanwhile, down here spring is the glorious season. You go to bed one winter night and wake up one spring morning to find everything everywhere awash in blossoms. Then comes another wave in July when the myrtles bloom and the city is a patchwork of scarlet, white, pink, and fuchsia. And now here I'm discovering that fall in Upstate South Carolina can also be quite impressive.
I don't recall the color being quite this brilliant last year, but last year I was still commuting nearly a hundred miles one way to my old job and quietly losing my mind in the process, so I may not have paid as much attention to it all as I ordinarily would have. I do recall though that the leaves here in the fall behave much the way that flowers did in the spring in the mountains, with this changing colors, then that, then this, then that and it drags on for months. I recall some trees near my house still showing fall colors at Christmas. But this year though... The color this year has been
spectacular, and what with a year of flowers and these blazing fall colors, the term "flowering inferno" only seemed appropriate. It's been to the point that I felt I needed to get out and capture photographic evidence, and to that end yesterday my husband and I went for a very long walk armed with our cameras. I hope you enjoy.
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That's Paris Mountain there in the background. In addition to fancy asses ensconced in fancy houses, all the local TV and radio stations have their transmission antennas up there, and a large part of the mountain is preserved in a state park. One thing I'll hand to Greenville is that even as it sprawls hell for leather, it manages its noteworthy natural assets quite well. It has preserved the mountain, made a showplace of its middling little river, and celebrated a toxic swamp, among other things.
How many water towers do you count in this photo? How many smokestacks? And why would that be of importance...?
Art is something else Greenville does well. This is one of a set of bronze mice hidden up and down Main Street. It's a game for children to find all of them, plus the bronze copy of the book
Good Night Moon that inspired them.
More art! There are several tiles with quotes engraved in them in the vicinity of Court Square.
Everyone photographs the drooling warthog statue. I have photographed the drooling warthog statue. However, it pays to pay attention to other aspects of the drooling warthog statue, such as this charming snake devouring an equally charming frog.
Trigger Warning: Some sensitive forumers may find the following image disturbing.
Trigger Warning: Some forumers may find the following light fixture (which also rotates) exquisite.
Can you spot the fisherman in this photo?
How about now?
Anyone who is familiar with Greenville knows Falls Park. That's where the big waterfall is, but it is far from Greenville's only park or even its largest. One of the most impressive things about Greenville is the Swamp Rabbit Trail, a greenway that runs more than twenty miles through the county, from the town of Travelers Rest in the north all the way through Greenville down to the Lake Conestee Nature Preserve (the aforementioned toxic swamp), with spurs being built off the trail all the time to serve major new developments. For instance, the town of Mauldin, south of Greenville proper, is building itself a new downtown and a selling point is a new spur of the Swamp Rabbit Trail. In the Sans Souci neighborhood north of downtown, the old Union Bleachery is being developed into a major new urban center and it too will feature a trail spur that is planned to eventually wander all the way up to Paris Mountain State Park.
Meanwhile, several of the city's nicest parks are strung along the trail like beads on a string. From north to south, you can access the botanical gardens at Furman University, Unity Park, the Children's Garden at Linky Stone Park, Falls Park, Cancer Survivors Park, and Cleveland Park, home of the Greenville Zoo, via the Swamp Rabbit Trail.
This is Linky Stone Park, by the way.
This is Cancer Survivors Park.
Meanwhile, back in Falls Park...
There were women wantonly doing yoga, right out in public! If you can even imagine!
Ashevillians visiting Greenville will note that this part of town, the West End, has strong West Asheville energy. Greenvillians visiting Asheville will note that West Asheville has strong West End energy.
Remember this boring brown building pictured earlier from the top of a parking deck? It only
appears to be boring. On the other side is a truly impressive work of art which honors educator Pearlie Harris, who helped desegregate the Greenville County school system.
Part of the impetus for the mural came when this building was being redeveloped, and the developers wanted to tie it to Heritage Green, a cultural complex where several museums and the main library are all bunched together. At Heritage Green you'll find the Children's Museum of the Upstate, the Greenville Theatre, the Greenville County Museum of Art, the main branch of the Greenville County library system, the Sigal Music Museum with its collection of historic instruments that includes a harpsichord played by Mozart, and the Upcountry History Museum.
The Sigal Museum is housed in an old Coca-Cola bottling plant.
Bonus shots from the front lawn at HHNC HQ: