I have been walking past this odd little poetic structure -- greenhouse? secret closet? -- for who knows how long without noticing. Then I looked up the other day and saw it on a private walkway toward a house placed well off the street (in Echo Park). Built of old doors it makes me think of another mysterious tiny building I blogged about in September 2006 in a post titled Six doors to somewhere.
Whereas today's closet-sized standalone room is all glass and transparency, its secrets ethereal, the Chrome Kiosk (of four years ago) was shut tight from view, a gleaming exclamation point of mystery. Nowadays, Six Doors is in disrepair, its interior no longer hidden from view. Its secrets have fled (perhaps). Not so the little glass house.(Photo at left by Cindy Bennett.)