I am use to gardens being full of people, but this particular one had none. Empty carts, trucks parked with no one nearby ladders set up, but abandoned or simply left where it most convenient.  As I walked deeper and into the space gatherings of trees and bushes presented themselves as tableaus, each tree a motionless figure representing a scene from a story or history. I said to my photo partner, "Looks, it's the Raft of the Medusa."  The trees in their pots looked as if they had been arranged by Delacroix, David, or Ingres...almost. The arrangements were purposeful, but hasty and temporary. An unsettling feeling of being temporary.