Part 11 (1/2)

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Watching the Lights Change

”There probably never was an Exposition in a ,”

said the architect ”The stretch from here to the Golden Gate makes one of the ood idea on the part of the Exposition people to build the little railway here so that visitors should get a gliht to be seen froht The curve froasp It alsoover San Francisco doesn't include sos we have the best excuse to boast about”

We stopped at one of the open-air restaurants, where we could eat and watch the fading light at the saoon, which the architect declared to be particularly interesting at this tian to take on a deeper mystery Across the surface of the water ran a faint ripple In the background, over the Golden Gate, the sky was turning to flaray cobwebs seeled

The light grew di the colonnade of the Palace

Through the columns we could see the Tower of Jewels, suddenly illuures and giving the lines greater unity and reach

In the red glow the Italian towers fairly leaped into the air ”It's curious how the light rounds were twinkling with a ht in the tower softened into white Two of the Italian towers grew paler, the other two retaining their brilliancy

Ryan was putting on his colors like a painter, one over another

We made our way back to the Marina, where the scintillators were soon to blaze Before we arrived they inforreat feathered fan, of many colors, that rose into the sky

”There was so of the Toith jewels

The architects with conservative ideas very naturally felt that architecture which depended on its lines for beauty didn't need that kind of ornament But Ryan has unquestionably justified hihout the country ht falls on the tower like a great shi+ains by the contrast it roup on the Coluainst the sky

The doorere taking on the color of gold, beco even more beautiful than they had been by day

”What Ryan tried hardest to get,” said the architect, ”was evenness of lighting He wanted to bring out clearly the details of the architecture and he succeeded”

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The Illuine, all in gray, har with the Travertine, was furiously at work Into the air it sent clouds of steaic And up there, at the top of the Coluress,the Adventurous Bowroups, one reflected on the illu the boreat reen and pink and yellow

”Someone says we're all children at heart,” the architect reet ether But, after all, they're just about as beautiful as anything man can make and, in the way of color, they put the artists to shame”