Ryan P. Wilson
The winding walkway up to the Hollywood Tower Hotel, otherwise known as The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror, is filled with luscious and overgrown vegetation. Though the hotel, the embodiment of 1930s Hollywood, has been left vacant and untended for the better part of the previous century, it still finds ways to evoke old Hollywood dreams. The pathway, which meanders past signs directing visitors to the some of the hotel’s once well-appointed grounds, such as the Arboretum, Bowling Green, Rose Garden, Band Pavillion [sic], Natatorium, and Grand Terrace, and stunning figurines allows guest to feel as if they are moving into a simpler, opulent time. The vegetation itself, however, tells two stories.The trees, shrubs, and floral of the Hollywood Tower Hotel’s entrance is simply enchanting. Clumps of bougainvillea are mashed near blazing bouquets of azaleas, while the striking African irises create a stark contrast against the thousand shades of green offered by the vines and fronds of shrubbery,
This same plant palate has turned against this once star-studded resort, however. The once well manicured flowers have been allowed to run rampant for the past several decades, spreading their roots in any and all directions. With no guidance, the live oaks have welcomed the musty Spanish moss to swathe the bare limbs and droop down towards visitors and overgrowth below. While beautiful, this dense vegetation offers guests the realization that they are on their own, and that any encounter hereafter is, more than likely, not going to be as glamorous as this garden once was.
This unkempt tangle of plants and flowers also serves one additional purpose, sound. While the low tones of jazz still echo through the misty passage leading towards the Hollywood Tower Hotel’s lobby, this overgrown beauty also serves as a buffer between the noises of Sunset Boulevard and the story of Hotels rise and fall. It even shields away some of the noise from the guest plummeting in the service elevator above.
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1 comment:
Since I don't ride the Tower of Terrow, I seldom walk through the queue. Consequently, I miss all the gardens and themeing. Some day I'll need to swallow my pride and take a walk; then take the chicken exit.
Thanks for the photographs.
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