Sunday, February 23, 2014
Pine Buff, Arkansas

Author’s Note:

As spring creeps up on us in the southern climes, we tend to get a bit impatient, particularly when we have shivered through record cold snaps for the last several weeks.  That said, we are slipping backwards to one of the best places on the planet to observe spring, to wit:  Garvan Gardens in Hot Springs, Arkansas.  It is, among other things, home to the Anthony Chapel, a spectacular edifice of worship.  Step back to April 10, 2011, as we take a second look.

Also take a look at Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind and see a fine collection of wood boats.  The weekend I was there boat owners from far and wide brought their craft for a two-day event.

Thanks, 

Joe Dempsey 

A Natural Fit.

The strong vertical lines of the chapel seem to be an extension of the tall pine trees surrounding the building.  It's as if the chapel sprouted where it is because that's where it was meant to be.

It Belongs There.

First Published on Sunday, April 10, 2011
Pine Buff, Arkansas

It is said that the benchmark question for the appearance of a building is:  Does it look like it is supposed to be where it is?  When you first see Anthony Chapel in Garvan Woodlandand Gardens near Hot Springs, Arkansas, you blurt out the answer without asking the question.  "Wow, that chapel looks like it is supposed to be here."

Under the soaring roof, the ceiling stretches 57 feet from floor to ceiling.  The structure's side window walls are from just above ground level to the roof.  The end window walls are the same.  Skylights let light pour in from above.

And when you walk in, enough of the outdoor illusion persists to make you believe you have not lost touch with the natural surroundings, but now have a comfortable seat from which to enjoy them.

Anthony Chapel is an immensely popular venue for weddings, the fact of which was brought home to bear as I completed the interior shot displayed at the top of the page.  During the last few exposures, participants began arriving for a rehearsal prior to nuptials later that day.  One woman, probably a parent, seemed a bit concerned that I was there.  In my best diplomatic mode, I explained that my work was completed and that I would soon be history.  The tension broke and yours truly and family members bantered a bit as I broke down my equipment.  Perhaps it was the peaceful atmosphere.

As I was leaving the grounds, I noticed the groomsmen in their penguin costumes strolling toward the Chapel.  One had already shed his coat in the extra warm spring sun.  Happy that the air conditioning in my pickup was fully functional, I did not envy their next hour or so.  But silently I wished them well.  Seemed like the thing to do.