Getting to the point where I have to start digging around in the archives for something to post. This was found last summer in Forest Park. We came across three or four of them; it would be pretty hard to collect the whole set. It has a feelgood vibe but I don't do Twitter so I don't know what the hashtags are about.
A shuttered nightclub in midtown with a shattered city flag. The name is an acronym that I think dates from World War II. The last three letters stand for "beyond any recognition."
I am so out of material. This is the coldest week of the winter here so far. Now, no comments from you people in Canada or Minnesota or Scandinavia or wherever. We're just sitting here in the middle of the country, neither north or south. By the weekend the forecast is for -8 F / -22 C. I get more and more cold intolerant as I grow older. Maybe I can hook up my camera to a periscope out of the top of my car.
We went back to the small. exquisite Pulitzer Arts Foundation on Saturday. It was the next-to-last day of the show about American artist, Terry Adkins, someone we had not known. The architecture of the place commands as much attention as the work on display.
These horns closely resemble dungchen, massive horns used in Tibetan Buddhist practice. Adkins and his colleagues sometimes performed on them - it must have been quite an experience. There was to be a demonstration during the exhibition but it was canceled due to the pandemic.
It's an old meme in this country that children set up a lemonade stand in front of their homes during the summer, trying to make a few pennies offering refreshment to passer-by.
Not my granddaughter, who declares that she is going to be an artist when she grows up. She set up a stand in the dead of winter, selling her drawings, made to order, in front of our house. Ellie offered delivery to your car window, asking only $5. She later modified the sign to "$5 or less." She was surprisingly successful, in large part because Mrs. C called some of our neighbors who dote on her, giving them a heads up.
Quite the little entrepreneur. Our daughter, whose views are, shall we say, quite à gauche, raised an eyebrow.
You have to be 48 inches / 122 cm tall to go out on the ropes and zip line course and our tyke just makes it. Children 12 and younger need an adult to accompany them. No surprise that Ellie made a beeline for the ticket counter. Mom wasn't so crazy about being a few meters in the air, harness or not. The kid would gladly have swung from the rafters.
She's been active lately and I have a few choices for a Madeleine Monday tomorrow.
