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Natural Spaces

The article “Rhetoric and Materiality in the Museum Park at the North Caroline Museum of Art”  by Kenneth S. Zagacki & Victoria J. Galagher tackles the issue of the development of natural space by describing a 164-acre museum which is actually outside. This museum located in Raleigh, North Carolina presents the combination of urban/suburban and rural environments through displaying various types of sculptures and pieces of art throughout the landscape. Visitors can feel how “the Museum Park points to how natural and urban/suburban spaces in Raleigh and elsewhere might co-exist” which is a important thing into today’s rapidly growing society. I decided to take a picture of my favorite place relax, which is located about 3/4 a mile in the woods behind my house. The reason this is my favorite spot to relax is 1) because its so beautfull and 2) because it is located between my Mother and Father’s hunting stands. The article reminded of this spot because it is somewhat similar because it is the combination of both complete wilderness and a touch of humanity.

This location isn’t mowed or anything, it simply has stayed like this for as long as I can remember it.





How do the feelings associated with a forest like this, with relatively small trees, differ from those associated with an old growth forest? Obviously a lot of the awe one feels walking through the Pacific Northwest’s redwood forests comes directly from the enormity of the trees. Although, I think how much I enjoy hiking in the woods has less to do with the actual size of the trees than with their density. I love the part in a forest where the trees seem to crouch in around you, and the light starts to be blotted out overhead. I guess it promotes a feeling of isolation, separation from society, like you can imagine for a little while that it’s hundreds of years in the past. Nobody goes camping in sight of the road, after all.

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