Edward Davies, was an obnoxiously wealthy British fella who had befriended Salvador Dali, Magritte and other later to become famous Surrealist Artists. His attempts at Poetry and Art fell on unappreciative eyes. His calling was his fascinating and riivetng conversation. That was where his artistry lay. He did help wherever his money could be put to use... both to the other artist, such as financing the legal struggle to save The Watts Tower, and to help his own need for recognition and acceptance. After a book of Poems was derided he began travelling through Mexico. He heard about a canyon filled with orchids in sub-tropical Mexican Mountains. He bought it through his Secretary, Plutarco and developed the canyon with footpaths and additional varieties. He received word back in Britain that a "white ash" had fallen and "burned everything"... It had snowed on the Orchid Canyon.
He set forth to make sure nothing like that would foil his next garden.
He began building a habitat mirroring the jungle, constructed out of re-bar reinforced concrete poured into elaborate forms.
There are magical pools (Los Pozas) created by a small creek flowing down the steep canyon. Waterfalls set against the deep green walls and trees covered with lush vermilliads. Every turn brings another flash of whimsy, a sparkle of delight, without ryhme or reason. In out of the way notches in the mountain walls there might be apparent urns, set just so as to hold up the hillside... As they recede into the little cave, they shrink out of sight.
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