Remember the "Whales in Philadelphia" post a week ago? My friend Victoria recommended the view from the top of the Kimmel Center. So, since we were in Center City this afternoon, Marianne and I took the elevator to the roof garden and . . . they're gone!
The installation ended, the whales were disassembled, and all that remains of them are the imprints of the dried clay that flaked off the whales, trod into the gravel.
It's an image so profound that further words would only cheapen it.