Nor why he thought to paint soup cans. Oh, such ordinary soup cans.
Or what lily pads were his inspiration.
But we thought about those things and more as we breezed thru the MoMA last Sunday.
And surely, we will think about it for some time to come.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
New York: Dancers, Soup and More
We didn't know why they danced but they did.
Nor why he thought to paint soup cans. Oh, such ordinary soup cans.
Or what lily pads were his inspiration.
But we thought about those things and more as we breezed thru the MoMA last Sunday.
And surely, we will think about it for some time to come.
Nor why he thought to paint soup cans. Oh, such ordinary soup cans.
Or what lily pads were his inspiration.
But we thought about those things and more as we breezed thru the MoMA last Sunday.
And surely, we will think about it for some time to come.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
New York, New York
Soaring skyscapers. Wall to wall people on 5th Avenue jostling for a look at Harry Winston or Louis Vuitton. The buzzing MoMA on a Sunday morning. Whizzing taxis dodging traffic.
Horns beeping. Horses hooves pounding. Sirens blaring.
Oh, the sights and sounds of Manhattan on a crisp, fall day.
If there is a but, it is but it was invigorating. And stimulating. And wonderful.
To be in one of the most amazing cities in the world with my daughter and my best friend.
To gaze up at those architectural wonders and think about the people living and working above. To marvel at the amount of wealth generated in a city where people actually buy those baubles tempting us through shining windows on 5th Avenue.
Horns beeping. Horses hooves pounding. Sirens blaring.
Oh, the sights and sounds of Manhattan on a crisp, fall day.
If there is a but, it is but it was invigorating. And stimulating. And wonderful.
To be in one of the most amazing cities in the world with my daughter and my best friend.
To gaze up at those architectural wonders and think about the people living and working above. To marvel at the amount of wealth generated in a city where people actually buy those baubles tempting us through shining windows on 5th Avenue.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Vermont: And the "Process"
Some days, I start writing a book in my head. The words tumble out. About our move to Vermont. Why we did it. What motivated us. How I'm feeling. It's mostly about how I'm feeling.
It could be titled "A Year in Vermont" but Brad wouldn't like that title. And maybe it would be "Our 5 Years in Vermont" or "Our Life in Vermont."
But for now, I honestly don't know. Some days, I'm thrilled with being here and the beauty and simplicity that surrounds.
Other days, I struggle to remember why we moved and left behind our life, our friends, our routines, our way of life in the city.
I struggle to think about how we will connect and build a life here that will be as full and satisfying as our life in Washington, DC.
So, if you are reading this, be patient with me. If you are reading this, please don't ask why. If you are reading this, please remember that it takes time.
Just try to have faith, as I'm trying, that we made the right decision.
It could be titled "A Year in Vermont" but Brad wouldn't like that title. And maybe it would be "Our 5 Years in Vermont" or "Our Life in Vermont."
But for now, I honestly don't know. Some days, I'm thrilled with being here and the beauty and simplicity that surrounds.
Other days, I struggle to remember why we moved and left behind our life, our friends, our routines, our way of life in the city.
I struggle to think about how we will connect and build a life here that will be as full and satisfying as our life in Washington, DC.
So, if you are reading this, be patient with me. If you are reading this, please don't ask why. If you are reading this, please remember that it takes time.
Just try to have faith, as I'm trying, that we made the right decision.
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