One afternoon I wandered around the museum to kill some time.
First, I visited the animals section to see what we are missing.
The creatures there looked like they were still alive.
I wonder how the experts know a squirrel really stuffed its cheeks
or that those flying things wove those delicate webs.
Then on I went to the weapons room.
It was filled with guns and bombs.
All I could think was they were such messy and costly ways to kill.
The rows of paintings in the gallery were once meant to evoke emotion.
Nowadays people think that they can look upon the past through the artist’s eyes.
I know better and anyway there is no point to art.
Then finally, I made my way to the new exhibit.
It’s said to have taken nearly one hundred years to create.
It was certainly worth the wait.
I have never smelled anything quite like it before.
I felt the soft ground beneath my feet.
Heard the rustle of leaves as the climate machine blew the branches about.
I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
I plan to go again next year.
It is a little bit of a shame that it is one of a kind.
250,000 square feet of exhibition went by far too quick.
I found it hard not to be awed when standing among such giants.
This is the final day of The Buddha Rocks project. A huge thank you to Evelyn for hosting it and to Eric for the use of the photos. I have enjoyed both writing and reading the posts this week. Well done everyone!