These fountains are animated and wave around and so forth. This is the floor of a quarry that was landscaped to form the heart of Butchart Gardens from the turn of the century to the forties, if I understood correctly. It’s hard to overemphasize how dramatic this fountain is – it’s a complex visual pun on the mind’s visual expectations on the way white water is seen in settings such as this, an upside-down waterfall in the midst of what appears to be a pocket lake in the northwest forest. Butchart Gardens may be the only time I’ve ever felt that I might have something to contribute to a critical dialog on the subject of landscape architecture.