A desert of magnificence...
19th century art critic William Hazlitt wrote that Fonthill Abbey was “a desert of magnificence, a glittering waste of laborious idleness.” His critique had as much to do with this Baroque-era palace’s purpose and use by the very few, idle rich, as it did its inefficient design. When I discovered this phrase, it reminded me of the places I take pictures of during my daily commute. Travel, either at home or abroad, forces me to consider Cleveland’s life-cycle—its once gilded age of unchecked wealth and growth which has left behind vast vacancy due to sprawl and our dwindling population.