Our tour of Oregon State University geology continues apace. We’re just going to make a really quick dash in at
Stop 12: Memorial Union Main Entrance
and – holy fucking travertine, Batman! Maybe not so quick, then.
Travertine staircase. I can’t even tell you how beautiful this is – fuck marble. This is light and airy and seems to float – so much stone has never seemed like a cloud before.
The dark streaks – impurities – keep it from being overhwelmingly white. And it gives an almost wood-grain effect. It’s hard to describe what it’s like to walk in to a place and be surrounded by this very straight, stately stuff that looks somberly substantial, and yet seems you could blow gently and make it dissipate like mist. It’s no wonder the builders went with it, even though it turns out travertine is a wretched choice for stairs – tends to wear down too quickly. These steps had to be planed down and refinished when they got dangerously bowed in the middle.
Note the sign over the door on the right: “Pangea Cafe.” Oh, yeah, someone knows their geology – or are unbelievably crunchy and versed in ancient Greek. Either one is possible at OSU.
It is with reluctance that we tear ourselves away from this vision in travertine, this contemplation of feet upon the stairs, and head toward our next destination. We cannot help but turn our heads back wistfully one last time.
Facade of Memorial Union, as seen en route to the Women’s Building.
Soon, though, we will forget all about travertine.
Stop 13: Women’s Building
So in the 1920s, when OSU built a Women’s Building, they went all-out. It’s like John V. Bennes sat down to plan this thing and asked himself how much exotic stone he could stuff into one building. Also, this was in an era when an inscription wasn’t an inscription unless it was faux Roman.
That’s Women’s Bvilding to you, plebe.
I don’t think this blazing red (akai) monument was part of the original design, but it certainly catches the eye. It looks like granite that’s been swimming in a vat of carminic acid.
Scarlet granite monument outside the Women’s Bvilding. It appears to be an actual granite – at least, an early 20th century geologic map of Africa talks about red granite in the Bushveld, so, y’know, mebbe it really is granite. But I don’t know why it is so very, very red.
I mean, this shit’s red, people. Blazing red.
I’ve never seen granite that red before, and I’m now dying of curiosity. What would make it blaze crimson like that?
But don’t get too caught up in the very red granite. Get inside – there’s another red delight awaiting you, and this one’s gonna make you scream with delight.
This is the main attraction, folks: the Rosso Ammonitico. This is limestone, yeah. Limestone made of ammonites. Recognizable ammonites. I’m so going back to this building when the light’s better and going wild. I’ve got some very nice photos, mind – my camera is an excellent sport in low light – but I’m saving them for another time. I plan to do a whole entire post on the Rosso Ammonitico, because it is fascinating. Consider this a teaser.
It’s kind of anticlimatic, but there are also quite nice marble tiles. See? Marble? Anyone? Is anyone looking at the marble, or are they all about the ammonites? Sigh. Poor marble. Just can’t compete.
A view of the foyer, looking out. The rich Rosso Ammonitico, the checkerboard marble, the wood accents, elegant lighting – luscious. I could happily live in that building for the rest of my life.
We’re nearly at the end now. When you see what Wilkinson Hall has on display, you’re going to start gibbering incoherently. Stock up on absorbent towels and prepare to drool copiously.
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