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This article first appeared in the St. Louis Beacon: September 18, 2008 - Visitors won't be coming on streetcars to see the lily ponds in bloom as they once did. And more than likely, you won't see women in long dresses holding parasols and men in Victorian suits standing on lily pads.

But what you will find these days in the middle of historic Tower Grove Park are the same three lily ponds, newly revived after a $400,000-plus renovation. And they are looking as they did nearly a century ago when people rode streetcars to see them in full bloom, and some did pose for pictures standing on lily pads.

Jo Seltzer

This article first appeared in the St. Louis Beacon: August 18, 2008 - Up to three centuries ago, at the time of Galileo, there was no clock worthy of the name. The most technically sophisticated instruments used to measure time were sundials.

Sundials date back to about 1500 BC. And today, most are out of sight and out of mind.

But they made a comeback of sorts here earlier this month when the North American Sundial Society (NASS), a group devoted to the study and creation of sundials, met in St. Louis for its 2008 Annual Conference.

This article first appeared in the St. Louis Beacon: Bloum Cardenas grew up seeing her grandmother creating. And when Niki de Saint Phalle began a round, bright female piece called "Clarice Again," Cardenas watched it in the yard and painted and colored a smaller version of her own.

"She didn't want me to be painting on her work," said Cardenas, a board member of the Niki Charitable Art Foundation and herself an artist living in San Francisco working mostly with plastic bags. "But she gave me one to color so that I could participate."

This article first appeared in the St. Louis Beacon: Past stretches of green grass at the Missouri Botanical Garden, around open tulips and emerging tree buds sits a giant skull. Flashes of greens and yellows, oranges and reds pop out from glaring eye sockets. Nearly every inch sparkles under the Sunday sun.

And there are voices.

Three of them. Through the ear-like archway, Kavi Wilson listens as his words bounce from shiny spot to shiny spot, back into daylight through the space between bared teeth. Kavi, 5, stares up into a ceiling of blue glass circles and a white half moon.