This was posted on Reddit. I have tried to look up where it came from originally. But, all I can find are reposts over the last year. I have no idea who took the picture. I wish I could give credit for it.
This explains both names, Blue Ridge and Smokies.
Last Fall, the Columbia Museum of Art in Columbia, SC had an exhibition of some of the French Moderns. I saw “Matisse” in the description and (of course) I wanted to see it. Columbia is about a 3 hours drive from me and that’s usually longer than I want to go for a day trip. But, I could stop off overnight on the way home to see my kid. So, I packed a bag and headed south.
It was a good exhibition and I’m glad I went. However, I found the museum’s permanent collection more interesting that the special one. I feel that I can show you some of what I saw there without risking the income of any of the artists.
Ann and I went to Winston-Salem yesterday and stop here to take a few pictures.
It is on the National Register of Historic Places.
A side view
Me in front of it.
I kind of wonder how the people in the neighborhood feel about it.
Chuck, Cannon and I went by on Thanksgiving of 2019 when we were having our traditional Indian buffet. It appears to be a museum. But, I have never been able to figure out when the historical doors are open. We just peeked in the windows.
This was at UNC-Charlotte a few years ago. They name these and this one is Rotney. It’s taller than me.
The greenhouse was well ventilated and there were fans everywhere blowing the stink out so the odor wasn’t gagsome. The people running things were on one hour shifts though.
You could step up to peek down in to see the ring of tiny yellowish flower that are the actual culprits. What you see is a fancy leaf. Kinda like poinsettias.
Yes, it does smell like rotted meat.
The spathe looked velvety. But, I didn’t try to touch it to find out. Even if it didn’t get me booted from the greenhouse, I didn’t want to risk that delightful odor sticking.
I am the Audience 