I answered the call from Huntington to aid in traffic control. They expected some huge crowds. Turned out, I was a bit de trop. Back, stay back.
Please form a single line. Schnell.
Much as I like to crack the whip, I wanted to see Anna. Henry and Arabella may have been the great collectors of the past century, but Archer (son/step-son) trumped them. He collected an artist.
Archer married Anna Hyatt. From what I can gather & see via my den chair, Anna sculpted huge dramatic scenes, generally involving fierce and passionate and predatory animals.
The Huntington (I think this is so, I don’t know for certain) has only two, and uncharacteristic, Anna pieces, but they are two of my favorites.
Why do I love these guys? They're proud, obedient, and with all this restrained power resting – but almost quivering -- beneath their collars.
And then, you can’t go back here you know, but I can. Here is the property, unrefined, unclipped, unbridled. There are 120 acres of manicured loveliness at the Huntington, which currently leaves another 120 acres of untouched loveliness. Touched and untouched are breathtaking, of course. But when you see them side by side, well, I’m sure there’s a word for it, but it’s probably French.
PS: Possible Anna?