BGuthrie Photos: NJ -- Hamilton -- Grounds For Sculpture -- All except sculptures

NJ -- Hamilton -- Grounds For Sculpture -- All except sculptures:

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[2] GFSA_191219_02.JPG	[3] GFSA_191219_05.JPG	[4] GFSA_191219_08.JPG	[5] GFSA_191219_11.JPG	[6] GFSA_191219_14.JPG	[7] GFSA_191219_17.JPG	[8] GFSA_191219_20.JPG	[9] GFSA_191219_23.JPG	[10] GFSA_191219_26.JPG
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Specific picture descriptions: Photos above with "i" icons next to the bracketed sequence numbers (e.g. "[1] ") are described as follows:
1. GFSA_191219_20.JPG: Grounds for Sculpture is going beyond the visual experience of outdoor sculpture! As you enjoy your visit today please note that all sculptures throughout the park have plaques which indicate whether or not they may be touched. Some of the sculptures may not be touched in order to protect the surface finishes and for your own safety.
2. GFSA_191219_29.JPG: "What Came to Me" from "Otherwise: New & Selected Poems". Copyright 1996 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon with the permission of Greywolf Press, Saint Paul, MN. By Jane Kenyon, 1947-1995 What Came to Me I took the last dusty piece of china out of the barrel. It was your gravy boat, with a hard, brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain lip. I grieved for you then as I never had before.
3. GFSA_191219_46.JPG: The Trygve Van Tongeren Garden
4. GFSA_191219_51.JPG: From "Mine the Harvest" by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892-1950 dix Those hours when happy hours were my estate, -- Entailed, as proper, for the next in line, Yet mine the harvest, and the title mine -- Those acres, fertile, and the furrows straight, From which the lark would rise -- all of my late Enchantments, still, in brilliant colours, shine, But striped with black, the tulip, lawn and vine, Like gardens looked at through an iron gate. Yet not as one who never sojourned there I view the lovely segment of a past I lived with all my senses, well aware That this was perfect, and it would not last: I smell the flower, though vacuum-still the air; I feel its texture, though the gate is fast.
5. GFSA_191219_62.JPG: From "PM/AM New and Selected Poems" By Linda Pastan The Moss Palace At Kokodera you saw as many kinds of moss as there are names for snow among the eskimos, and the moss lay in deep banks like snow. You tell me of soft jade between the stones, of fur on the north side of trees, of wild pincushions at the edge of a stream, as smooth as the pads of an animal's paw when it rests its tamed head upon your lap. Moss serves no purpose the gardener says, neglect your lawn and moss will overtake it. I want to be overtaken by moss, to walk in my bare feet on twenty different kinds, to move from the hardness of rock to sudden velvet and sink the way I sink in the green of your eyes when you speak of going with me to Japan, when the place where my body stops and yours begins is moss.
6. GFSA_191219_79.JPG: From "Selected Poems" by Philip Levine Milkweek Remember how unimportant they seemed, growing loosely in the open fields we crossed on the way to school. We would carve wooden swords and slash at the luscious trunks until the white milk started and then flowed. Then we'd go on to the long day after day of the History of History or the tables of numbers and order as the clock slowly paid out the moments. The windows went dark first with rain and then snow, and then the days, then the years ran together and not one mattered more than another, and not one mattered. Two days ago I walked the empty woods, bent over, crunching through oak leaves, asking myself questions without answers. From somewhere a froth of seeds drifted by touched with gold in the last light of a lost day, going with the wind as they always did.
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Wikipedia Description: Grounds For Sculpture
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Grounds For Sculpture (GFS) is a 42-acre (170,000 m2) sculpture park and museum located in Hamilton, NJ, United States, on the former site of the New Jersey State Fairgrounds. Founded in 1992 by John Seward Johnson II, the venue is dedicated to promoting an understanding of and appreciation for contemporary sculpture by organizing exhibitions, publishing catalogues, and offering a variety of educational programs and special community events.

In July 2000, GFS became a nonprofit organization open to the public. Operation revenues come from visitors, art patrons, donations, and grants. GFS maintains an ever changing collection of sculptures, with works by Seward Johnson and other artists.
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