Seagulls in a frenzy at the New England Aquarium on Saturday afternoon, scavenging junk food bits from the tourists, and this little guy was defending a street lamp ferociously. Many challenges from birds of a feather. Didn't take any photos of the Aquarium itself. Too discouraging, or something. Last time we were down there, it was a classic concrete temple at the end of a short pier, with the sparkling waters of the inner harbor beyond. Now it has become encrusted, as with barnacles and seaweed, by all kinds of horrific, eye-wearying Gehryesque junk. And those shoes: AWFUL! Architectural/landscape architectural mistakes were made.
You know what's especially egregious about it all? They've lost touch with the spirit of the place. You have a heart-stopping location at the edge of the sea, and instead of subtly framing it to invite the mind to soar, you fill it up with clutter so there's no sense of anything beyond. Bad feng shui.