The upper most deck of the parking garage, in the bright sunlight, reminded me of a desert - begging for an oasis.
It seems like the anti-site. The ground is already covered with a structure. The structure extends to an appropriate place for the block, not making me feel like the building is pushing me into the street.
From the ground floor, the garage seems just like most other parking structures - nearly irrelevant and unexciting. I say nearly irrelevant, because it is utilitarian and due to someone's care to give it a skin separate from its structure it is not meant to be completely overlooked.
From the upper deck, the street disappears. The vantage point seems to beg the viewer to look as far out as they can. When I chose to climb close to the rail to look straight down, I felt it was an unnatural vantage point. I noticed that I held onto my sunglasses, and held my camera differently.
The rigidity of the grid on the upper deck seems inhospitable for additional construction. When standing on the upper deck in the sun, I felt a bit confused. The sun was shining so brightly, and there was no refuge from the heat of it beating on me. But, it is also windy up there. It magnifies both the heat and the cold.
I like the description of this site as devoid of all place. However, after spending time surveying the deck, it was much easier to sit on the ground and spread out my things, making myself comfortable in a very odd way - I was sitting on the ground in a parking lot, with no intention of moving anywhere fast. I think it's like making a new friend. Before one really gets to know a new person, there is always an apprehension of what may or may not be deemed appropriate. Then after there is a deeper knowledge of the new person, the lines of appropriateness are blurred. I guess that is why it only sounds weird to say I was sitting on the ground in a parking lot because it felt natural at the time.
I like the dichotomy of the river and the city at this anti- place. I feel like it inspires creativity, rather than forces it.
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