232/365: black beads
A backwards “s” for the Ƨtart of Ƨchool…Zzzzzz.
223/365: lunch @ the veranda, st. james hotel
Last Friday we journeyed down river to visit friends in Davenport, Iowa. Along the river roads, we stopped over in Red Wing for a lovely lunch at the St. James Hotel. It’s where we spent our first Valentine’s Day, where Brad proposed, and where we celebrated one of our early anniversaries. We wanted to share this history with the kids and revisit them ourselves – adding a fresh memory to the many treasured stories that already unfolded in this place.
I forgot to mention that I’d be out of town for a couple days. Brad & I enjoyed our Christmas gift from my parents: a weekend stay in La Crosse, Wisconsin (along with child care AND puppy sitting). Yeah, they’re pretty awesome. Thanks Mom & Dad 🙂
La Crosse is one of many cool towns along the mighty Mississippi and just a few hours drive from Minneapolis. We experienced the town entirely on foot. It felt so good to park the car on Friday and not need it again till we left Sunday morning. Walking around and seeing the sights is my favorite thing. Especially when I’m with my favorite person.
Today’s photo captures two La Crosse icons: the steeple of St. Joseph the Workman Cathedral – visible from anywhere in the city; and the jaunty mascot of the historic Cavalier Theater & Lounge where a young Liberace once took the stage.
We spent the afternoon at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, enjoying hands-on projects with the kids and taking in a mini-concert with the Laurels String Quartet. But somehow, with a world of art & activity inside those walls, the photo I ended up with was a look outside. It’s a view of the Minneapolis College of Art & Design or, more to the point, a composition of bricks, windows, and branches. And, while it would seem to be a black & white photograph, it is actually in full color.
This year, the Mill City Summer Opera performed Rossini’s The Barber of Seville.
Reflections can be so much more than mirror images. The pictures you see on the surface of the water place the sky at your feet and lend a glossy luminescence to even the drabbest of subjects. Then all it takes is the slightest disturbance – a drop of water, a hint of breeze – to set off waves of shimmering distortion, confusing reality into brilliance.
The window frames a readymade tableau. The everyday objects, the dusty stillness are redolent of someone else’s life. I would never be invited to enter this intimate space, yet here is a peek. An anonymous portrait shot in the nude.
P.S. I feel a series coming on. See Day 4.
This is where I live. Our house.
It is not a big house. Or a fancy house. But it is a very fine house because it is full of the people I love.
*This photo was taken from outside the front door looking all the way through to the back door. There are trees visible through (and reflected in) the glass on both doors.