Fall Colors in Indiana

Canoeing on the Huron River

Today we went canoeing on the Huron River, which runs through Ann Arbor in surprisingly wild-looking banks. If you lift your gaze, you can see tall buildings and city streets on bridges above, but still have the illusion that you are far from everything. Occasional helicopters and sky-writing planes overflying the Michigan Stadium during the hugely big game also reminded us that we had not escaped civilization (or maybe that we hadn't found civilization, depends on your perspective).

Our friend Abby joined us -- you can see her red-orange kayak in some of the photos. We started at Argo canoe livery, and went 2 miles upriver to Barton Dam:



On the way back down the river, we saw a heron:





We paddled past the livery, through the sluiceway around Argo Dam, and on down past Island Park and its classical pavillion:



As we went past the Arboretum, our canoe hung up on a very shallow part of the river, and we had to get out and push it into deeper water. Luckily, it was an unusually warm day, a remarkable October day with the characteristic bright blue sky.

We ended at the Gallup Park canoe rental building, where a van from the livery picked us up and drove us back to our parked cars.

100 Years Old

Sunday is my mother's 100th birthday. She died in 1967, but I feel as if there should still be a celebration and some photos. I've already posted most of them at various times in the last few years.

First, here are some photos from the album she made when she was in high school:
The photo from 1914 is the only one I know of from her early childhood. I do not think there are any baby photos, but here is a photo of her dolls.


These were called "Nickel Dolls" because that was how much they cost. They are very small.

The next picture was taken just before she cut her hair for the first time in 1923. A cut-out of this photo is on the album page.


Here is her wedding photo, from 1941, with my father, of course:

Evelyn and Hyman

And here's a photo from a bit later:



Label on back: "The four Feldmans Aug 18, 1948." My brother was born around a year later, so he's not in the photo.

Finally, here's a photo of my mother, father, and me, in 1964.

Making Mona Lisa out of Cups: A Coincidence

Today, two friends sent me email about Mona Lisa images made of cups.

The first was 3,604 cups of coffee tinted with varying amounts of milk which have been made into a giant pixillated Mona Lisa in Sydney, Australia. I had seen it before -- it was made in October, 2009:



The second Mona Lisa was made for the Grand Rapids ArtPrize contest. The description: "520 Tiny Cups is a wall-hung installation consisting of 520 small, individually made and glazed ceramic cups in 12 different shades of grey.... When viewed up close it is just a shelf full of cups, but when viewed from a distance, the visage of the Mona Lisa appears."

I wonder if this artist was inspired by the Sydney project or by any of the enormously numerous similar projects of pixillated Mona Lisa, including a print that I have at home, an installation that used to be on a wall in Paris, and many more.

The picture:

I thank my friends Maria and Chuck for sending these images to me. I never get tired of new ways to depict Mona Lisa!

Why did the turkeys cross the road?

These two wild turkeys were trailing a huge flock that crossed in front of us on Huron River Drive last Thursday.

The excesses of minimalism

Can something minimal go to extremes? Yes, I read today:

"One London restaurant with a splendidly minimalist men’s room discovered, by unfortunate trial and error, that customers found it difficult to 'read' what was what and, in an urgent retro-fit, it had to label its thrillingly discreet features with helpful instructions:' WC', 'tap', 'basin'. It is said that the late Joseph Ettedgui ... wrapped in white paper every book in his library. They looked beautiful, but were impossible to identify."

The article, "DOES MINIMALISM MATTER?" by Stephen Bayley makes the case that minimalism -- which may have started as early as the 18th century -- is a movement whose popularity peaked and is now being replaced by something else -- maybe chaos.

A minimalist illustration from the article:

Mona Lisa at the Fitness Center

When I saw Mona Lisa on his shirt, I asked this perfect stranger if I could take a picture.

Mona Lisa Smiles for Science

Today's Washington Post has an article titled "In Europe, science collides with the bottom line," with the front-page summary as shown at right.

Would you expect the article to focus on some sort of analysis of Mona Lisa? Of course not. The article is almost entirely about funding the research into "questions of the universe, working to re-create the cosmic soup served up by the Big Bang." Funding is in jeopardy at CERN, concerning particle accelerators, the Large Hadron Collider, and elsewhere a telescope on a mountaintop in Chile and other technology.

Oh yes, one little mention of "X-ray fluorescence [used] to illuminate the genius of Leonardo da Vinci's brush strokes and to study the skulls of ancient hominids" -- not even necessarily the Mona Lisa.

BUT what gets people's attention? That mysterious smile. Even when the main topic is money for particle research and exploring the Big Bang.

Mona at the Torpedo Factory

We found an artist making Mona Lisa collages at a beautiful art space in the old torpedo factory. No joking, they used to manufacture torpedos for military use there. It's a wonderful place like an art fair with studios -- and photos on the walls of what it was like as a manufacturing plant. I think manufacturing can be beautiful, and always loved Rouge Tool & Die when I worked at Ford; I wonder if it will ever become an artists paradise.

At Oakview

Saturday afternoon at the Oakview Playground Alice and Miriam were playing a game with acorns and playing on the slides and climbing equipment. Yesterday we drove home via a new route, highway 68 across Maryland and West Virginia, a beautiful and mountainous highway.



Alice calls these two the "pair trees."

Alice and Yoga

Alice can do some amazing yoga poses! For more about our trip to Fairfax see "The School Open House" and "Aragog" on my story blog.

Miriam and Alice at the Pool

Inspired

Inspired by 100 Whistler prints at the University Art Museum, I tried to imitate the composition in a photo of the old RR bridge over the Huron River. Whistler himself was inspired by Japanese print makers.

Indian Pottery

A bunch of cool guys with sunglasses? Nope, it's a pot from the Nazca people who lived in Peru between 200 BCE until 600 of our era. The Field Museum in Chicago has so many artifacts it's overwhelming, which is why I loved it.

Chicago

Oval Beach, Saugatuck MI

One of the world's most beautiful beaches? I would vote yes. To get to Oval Beach you drive over the dune, and there's convenient parking, a concession stand, dressing rooms, and world-class views along the shore of Lake Michigan.

Delia at the Playground

This playground has zillions of dollars worth of high-end climbing toys, but the kids prefer to climb the trees by the fence. One of Delia's co-climbers went up where he said "no one can reach me." His grandmother said "I'm going to call the policeman if you don't come right down." I didn't think it was ok to threaten that way. I thought it had been several generations since it was ok. Like not even when I was a kid. Never mind.

Pittsburgh Zoo

Polar Bears playing with a ball


Sea Dragons -- a relative of Sea Horses

Delia and Elaine

Point Betsie Lighhouse

Happy July 4th!!!

I bet this has nothing to do with the painting

Just another example of Mona Lisa Overuse. I wouldn't want to read enough to find out the pretext. Well, ok, I peeked at a review. It's from a whole series [barf] -- more than I wanted to know in this sentence: "Not only is Mona Lisa now demon-tainted but she's also engaged to Lord Halcyon, the Demon Prince of Hell."

But here's something better:


We recycled these bottles when we cleaned the basement recently -- just kept the photo. See her in the upper right-hand corner of the rightmost bottle?