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In meteorology for the Northern hemisphere, spring officially began yesterday on March 01, 2014. But you sure wouldn’t know it by looking outside last night or this morning. That’s when Stormageddon returned with a blast of Winterpast. It didn’t start out that way, because we had a family outing scheduled for late afternoon and evening as the Saint Louis Art Museum officially welcomed spring to the museum.
After a five-year hiatus that allowed the Museum to construct the new East Building and reconfigure all the galleries in the original Cass Gilbert building, the Museum’s annual festival of fine art and fresh flowers returned to the Wicket City.
And an abundance of spring’s blooming bounty shared the galleries with works art from all ages and all parts of the world. As custom, local florists and garden clubs were invited to present their interpretations of 31 works of art selected from the Museum’s vast collections … from Egyptian mummies to native artifacts to Modern Art. Here are some of the works that caught my eye.
With my brother and niece in the background.
Sorry, Beekmann is always a bit out of focus for me.
The two flower arrangements in the center are the floral interpretations of the MUSE CALLIOPE FIREPLACE PANELS on either side of the photo. This photo was taken in the Museum’s original library overlooking Art Hill, the park and the now mostly frozen Grand Basin.
This was my favorite flower arrangement.
But before that started, we were all able to head over to the HILL for a great Italian dinner and get home. This morning we woke up to freezing rain, sleet, near zero temps and snow.
In a post created specifically for this challenge, share a photo that shows us abandoned. As everyone should know, an abandoned building is, just by the fact that it is abandoned, is a dangerous place to be. So in this day and age most abandoned buildings are boarded up or fenced in to keep people from wandering around in them and getting injured. So, for my challenge I picked a subject that is brand new, but looks ABANDONED in an almost ancient way. My subject is Andy Goldsworthy’s STONE SEA, a sculpture piece created last year for the Saint Louis Museum Of Fine Art. The work consists of twenty-five giant sandstone arches assembled together to form a sea of stone in a narrow passageway between the original classic 1904 Museum building and a new 2013 addition. The STONE SEA can be seen through multiple windows in a corridor connecting the two buildings. My view of ABANDONED is seen through a single window,
In case you think I’ve been giving short shrift to my blogisodes for the past week, you’re right. It wasn’t the snow or ice, polar vortexes, fluctuating highs and lows, or even today’s premature spring thunder storms with the potential for a tornado. No, this goes back about six months to when I visited my doctor and asked her about a small pea-sized growth on my cheek. She said I should have it checked out by a dermatologist, and gave me a recommendation. OK, I called the dermadoc and made the appointment. The earliest I could get to see her was two months later.
So, she looked at the spot and said … it looks like a basal cell cancer. But we wouldn’t know for sure until a skin scraping was tested at the lab. While she scraped, she informed me that basal cell cancers are the most common and slowest growing cancers you can get. She also told me that she would send the scraping to the lab and she would get back to me in a week. The lab was in Texas. Also Thanksgiving and Black Friday were in that week, so the results didn’t come in for a week and a half.
I have always had a Candide-like belief that we live in the best of all possible worlds. I have that belief because my Dr. Pangloss was an amalgam of religious brothers who were my teachers in high school. [And wouldn't you know ... just as I typed that line ... there was a blast of thunder and the electricity went off. Thankfully, I only lost the last half of the preceding line.] Anyway the biopsy confirmed my cheek spot was basal cell, and my dermatologist recommended a surgeon who specializes in MOS surgery for facial work. [Would you believe I lost power three times trying to type that last line? The storm has move through into Illinois, and the sun is shining brightly outside my window. We do have high winds in the area, and that is causing a problem with the power lines.]
Not wanting to screw up my holidays, I made an appointment for the first available day after the first of the year … which was February 6. After that the surgery was scheduled for last Thursday at seven in the morning. Removing the cancer was easy, covering up the hole was hard. I survived, all the bad cells were banished and I went home with a bandage covering the right half of my face. Thankfully that wasn’t my best side. Today, I went back to have the stitches removed. The surgeon was pleased with the results and she said everything will be getting back to normal shortly. The surgery and the recovery was painless, and I have high praise for all involved. However, I doubt if I ever opt for cosmetic surgery.
While I have never read Voltaire’s original novel, I love Leonard Bernstein’s modern operetta version staged in the round by Hal Prince in the early 70s at the Broadway Theater in New York where I managed to see it. It quickly became my favorite show ever … and not just because Candide asked me to hold pants while he made love to Cunégonde on the platform in front of my seat.
By the way, you can live in the best of all possible worlds,
It all depends on what you make it!
On February 14, 1764, a 14-year old Auguste Chouteau and a couple of dozen of Frenchmen stepped out of their boat in the Mississippi River, and began building a shelter on the shore for a fur trading outpost in the name of Laclede, Maxent & Company of New Orleans.
In April, his stepfather, Pierre de Lacléde Liguest, arrived and officially named the settlement Saint Louis, in honor of the medieval French monarch and later saint, Louis IX. And this is the exact spot where they build their settlement …
CELEBRATING THE WICKET CITY!
You’re not only a great place to live …
You’re a great place to visit, too!
This is the thermometer that has been sitting on my kitchen table for over 25 years. It was given to my mother by one of her grandchildren, and by the grace of many angels it has never been knocked off the table and shattered on the kitchen floor.
And if you’ll remember, this was a photo I posted yesterday.
IN A NEW POST CREATED SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A SELFIE.
In other words, the background would be more interesting than the foreground featuring me. By the way, the background painting is by a friend of mine and the figure in it was supposedly inspired by myself standing on the corner waiting for a bus. That seems to be the story of my life … waiting for a bus in the background.
But if left alone to the PHOTO BOOTH feature of my iMac, I would probably end up mugging around something like this.
Not pretty, but it is me … being me … or someone who thinks he’s being me. Enjoy them while you can … I usually try to keep the Hitchcock within contained within.
Today was Saturday, and what more can I say other than it really was a Saturday kind of day. Why is it that Saturdays always get short shrift in the rating of days of the week. What do you do on a Saturday? What else but Saturday kind of things. Back in olden times, which predates even me, it was the day that everybody took their weekly bath! Or it was the day the lady of the house cleaned the house for Sunday. And when I was a kid, it was the day a walked to the library to pick up the books I would be reading during the next week. It has been a long time since I walked to the library on a Saturday. Mainly because the library is now a day care center for kids. But also because it was a very long walk! Today, I’ve got my Kindle which always has at least two books waiting for me to read. And if I want to take a bit more time reading a book, I don’t have to worry about getting back to the library to get it renewed. Times have changed, but Saturdays still are just Saturdays.
Anyway the temp today reached into the forties. But it still was just another gloomy Saturday, and I really had to work hard to make it unique!
Then I tried the Mechanical Dog and decided it actually was made for him. Someday I’ll replace his batteries and see if Mlle. Renee would enjoy playing with him.
THIS WEEK, IN A POST CREATED SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A PHOTO WITH A WINDOW.Andy Goldsworthy’s STONE SEA (twenty-five limestone arches) in the lower level courtyard of the Saint Louis Art Museum formed by the original 1904 building and the new 2013 East Building Addition seen through the windows of the addition walkway. Each of five windows provides a different view of the sculpture piece.
Surely, it’s not a return of the brain freeze earlier in the week. No, I just realized that I no longer had a calendar on the desk to prod me into doing something each and every day on this blog. Then a heard a small voice from the corner of my desk. “Psst!”
“Be creative, I asked?” “Just because you ran out of calendar doesn’t mean you’ve run out of ideas. There must be a gazillion origami things they never even thought about putting in the calendar.
“You’re right, I said!” And I reached in my origami box for a piece of folding paper. Within two minutes I had created …
A BOLDLY BOVINE BULL HEAD!
“Nice work! And if you ever need more ideas, we’ll be around with more buttons.”
And in a flash, they had disappeared.
Boy, that NyQuil can really mess up your head. We’ll, after I got my chili cooking yesterday I went out and shoveled a mini-path from the edge of my lawn to the middle of the street where a single car-width path had been plowed down the right lane of the street. (Which was unfortunately the wrong side of the street to provide access to the cleared walk on my property.) It seems like the USPS mail carriers were refusing to deliver mail to occupants who failed to provide such a path this snow storm. So, I didn’t receive mail delivery Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. That’s why I had been looking for snow shoveling boys on snow days breaks. Anyway, It snowed yet another inch of snow last night, which recovered the mini-path I had made yesterday. Also the temps stayed above freezing all day and the melting returned my pathway around dark. I don’t know when the mail carrier arrived, but when I looked outside around five … I found a four-day collection of mail filling my box.
Current weather reports tell us to expect heavy rain on tomorrow and Saturday that should wash away most of the foot of snow covering the landscape. Now all we have to worry about it the water that will be leaking into our basements because the storm sewer system is frozen solid with snow. Some times you just can’t win!