winter residence, with Taliesin `North' being the Fellowship's summer home. Taliesin West was never intended for summer occupation, being designed to deal with the relatively mild heat of the Arizona desert winter. The retrofitting of the buildings with window air conditioning units (units designed for the `guillotine' window Frank Lloyd Wright so hated), the sealing off from direct exposure to the outdoors of the rooms at Taliesin West (stopping the cross-ventilation and indoor/outdoor movement so critical to the relation with the landscape), and the permanent replacement of the canvas with a plastic roof (denying the seasonal ritual of rebuilding the canvas room, which was never intended to be permanent, but to record and exhibit the effects of time, sun and weather); all these changes together act to contradict and largely damage Wright's delicate balance of landscape, climate, materials and inhabitation in placemaking.

When I was at Taliesin West, about a week before Mr. Wright died, there took place the `Easter festivities', a time when many guests were invited and everyone dressed up in his or her finery; when long tables for eating were placed outside along the gravel walk by the pool and drafting room and balloons and brightly colored awnings and huge beach umbrellas were positioned outside the living room, where in time we all sat at the tables and ate the wonderful, special food which the fellowship had prepared. The guests had been arriving for days at Taliesin West, and Mr. and Mrs Wright had entertained them every night, hours at night when Frank Lloyd Wright was accustomed to being in bed.

But the gala was not postponed. And Easter Sunday the people were churning about, including Mr. Wright's granddaughter, the actress Anne Baxter (seen in the gold colored dress).

Frank Lloyd Wright sat beneath the orange awning. I remember going over toward him and seeing him raise his right arm off the table only to let it drop, raise it again and let it drop, and I heard him say softly, "Let's get the show on the road." I could tell that he was exhausted, probably worn out from all the entertaining he had been forced to do the previous few nights, nights when this 90 year old man had been deprived of rest which he needed to be with guests, most of whom had been invited by Mrs. Wright.