Despite the crowded galleries and the poor lighting conditions for getting decent photos, I went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts to photograph the event. Florists are assigned to a piece of art and then interpret it with a floral arrangement. The event lasts only three days because of the lifespan of the flowers so I had to brave the crowds. I did so with a light heart because I found a terrific parking space and the temperature was 63 degrees. Alleluia; after this terrible spring, the day was a delight.
The painting is "Tornado over St. Paul" and the arrangement amused me!!
This year's poster for my favorite event at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts.
Friday morning I'll see if I can beat the crowds when the museum opens so I can take some photos. As soon as I have some of this year's entries, I'll delight you with the bouquets and paintings. I've been waiting anxiously for it to begin since Sharon of Phoenix Daily Photo recently published the photos of her city's event. Of course, I expect the snapshots and the visit to the museum to chase away the wintry-spring blues.
You have heard the phrase, "take time to stop and smell the flowers," haven't you? When two friends and I were having breakfast at the Colossal Cafe in St. Paul, Pete came in and bent down to smell the bouquet, not once but twice. He was a good sport and did it a third/fourth time so I could get a "candid" shot of his action that attracted my attention. I've sent him copies, and I hope he likes them.
It was a delight to see his impromptu action, especially after all our snow during this very late Minnesota spring.
Late afternoon in St. Paul, MN on April 18, 2013: During our last snowfall (I hope) on the 18th, our crabapple tree was full of dozens of robins. Seems odd to see these harbingers of spring in the midst of falling snow. Poor things! Our bird feeders were surrounded by cardinals and sparrows.
Obviously this photo was not taken recently. I am hungry for summer colors and flowers; this bright patch of blossoms, located on the front lawn of the Governor's Mansion taken last August, gives me hope that the weather is bound to change!
From a neighborhood newpaper: The sound of American Indian drumming, singing, ankle bells and eagle bone whistles will be heard on the Macalester College campus for the first time in 20 years. That is when the student group Proud Indigenous People for Education (PIPE) will be reviving a Macalester tradition, the spring powwow, which has been dormant since 1991....Sophomore student Brook LaFloe spoke of the diminished presence of American Indians on the campus..."Macalester's President is with us," Brook said. "He wants to bring in more Indian students...."
Touring the USS Yorktown, a floating aircraft carrier museum at Patriot Point in Mount Pleasant, South Carolina is a lesson in history. On one of the self-guided tours below deck I noticed this U.S Mailbox.
April is Poetry Month: Excerpt from "Night Mail" by W H AUDEN
Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh, Asleep in granite Aberdeen, They continue their dreams, But shall wake soon and hope for letters, And none will hear the postman's knock Without a quickening of the heart, For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?