I don't need to tell you: One of Atlanta's great streets is Piedmont Avenue but only between St. Paul's Presbyterian and Rock Springs Presbyterian.
Piedmont goes off the rails at Cheshire Bridge and never recovers.
St. Paul's Presbyterian (1916) in Midtown and Rock Springs Presbyterian (1923) in Piedmont Heights bookend the pretty part of Piedmont. Charles H. Hopson designed both, the only two churches extant on Piedmont. St. Paul's is our Gothic-revival buttress against some unloved midtown moderns that succeeded in making St. Paul's look sad. Rock Springs Presbyterian with its cemetery seems teleported from the English countryside. It's a favorite of mine inside and out.
A few blocks north of Rock Springs Piedmont hits Cheshire Bridge and descends into Peachtree Creek's valley, from here on: ack.
The little bank designed by Pringle and Smith marks the sad transition. It was probably just right in 1957. Can you remember when it was last a bank? It stayed in good shape until the real estate folks moved out.
This is today, where the visual muck starts that not even Buckhead's jumble of me-me-me skyscrapers can resolve.
An early rendition of Inkaholics.
Cheshire Bridge's terminated vista in blue.
If we can just make it to Peachtree, maybe we'll be OK.
This has got to be fixed.
Get me outta here.
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Piedmont goes off the rails at Cheshire Bridge and never recovers.
St. Paul's Presbyterian (1916) in Midtown and Rock Springs Presbyterian (1923) in Piedmont Heights bookend the pretty part of Piedmont. Charles H. Hopson designed both, the only two churches extant on Piedmont. St. Paul's is our Gothic-revival buttress against some unloved midtown moderns that succeeded in making St. Paul's look sad. Rock Springs Presbyterian with its cemetery seems teleported from the English countryside. It's a favorite of mine inside and out.
A few blocks north of Rock Springs Piedmont hits Cheshire Bridge and descends into Peachtree Creek's valley, from here on: ack.
The little bank designed by Pringle and Smith marks the sad transition. It was probably just right in 1957. Can you remember when it was last a bank? It stayed in good shape until the real estate folks moved out.
This is today, where the visual muck starts that not even Buckhead's jumble of me-me-me skyscrapers can resolve.
An early rendition of Inkaholics.
Cheshire Bridge's terminated vista in blue.
If we can just make it to Peachtree, maybe we'll be OK.
This has got to be fixed.
Get me outta here.
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