“Once there was a tree…and she loved a little boy.” Shel Silverstein.
In 1975 Charlottesville developed a street tree plan.
It was never implemented.
The way we get many of our street trees is making developers plant them,
when the development requires a site plan.
But when the required tree dies, does anyone replace it?
The sense of enclosure and the shade these trees provide helps to make “mode-shift” more inviting.
Park the car and walk. Sadly, when individuals in this allee have been cut down in recent years
they have not been replaced.
Utilities, site, signage, vehicles in and out, landscape and grading plan, road. OK. Done. A new place.
Tiptoe in on 18 wheels
The City has put up signage but it is of the advisory type. Doesn’t speak to the wallet. Steve contradicts the GPS, free
pedestrian advice to errant drivers.
This truck was starting to turn turtle. Its drive wheels were no longer in contact with the pavement. Teetering between
two historic properties, the Pireus store (ca 1847) and the Woolen Mills Chapel (ca 1886).
In the future possibly the City will consider one of these signs, here protecting the John Warner Parkway.
Discipline vehicles. Context sensitive. Note to City regarding context: the Woolen Mills is a city treasure,
not a high speed industrial corridor. People old and young, walking, biking and driving.
Those with the most power, in the neighborhood context, should yield to those with the least.
I wish I was going to Buffalo next week for CNU 22 , confab of new urbanists. My closest approach
was sitting in a room with Ian Lockwood this past week.
Ian shared his transportation philosophy, spoke earnestly about connectivity, and showed a map
that alternately intrigues and terrifies. What exactly is a framework street? Reserving judgement until it is
possible to learn more. Does the finish detail of the Duke of Gloucester Street qualify for a modern framework street?
Some new wine doesn’t belong in the old bottle.
These three souls are surrounded by asphalt on top of a hill where formerly stood a neighborhood.
Indeed, as important as it is to understand Rodger’s actions within the context of the mental illness he clearly suffered,
it’s just as clear that his delusions were inflated, if not created, by the entertainment industry he grew up in.–Ann Hornaday, Washington Post
UVA students and parents are swarming the main grounds of UVA. A mile west, on top of Observatory Hill (aka Mount Jefferson?), nothing going on.
This is a timeless spot, a little bit shabby. No one is delegated to paint roses here. Leander McCormick Observatory