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If you have been following the blog for more than a year this title may look familiar. Last year I spent one day at the Museum and ended up with three separate posts. 
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I talked the other day about the 883 pieces of local art exhibited at the de Young Museum, now until January 7.  We came to San Francisco because we still have a timeshare here, and to visit a multi-day quilt exhibit in Santa Clara.  As I mentioned yesterday, the big draw of my trip yesterday was a joint presentation by the author Jan Karon and quilter Georgia Bonesteel in the town of Hudson, North Carolina.  Smithsonian Magazine! When I saw this month's cover article about quilt artist Bisa Butler, I couldn't wait . . .  Sharing a picture of my brothers, sister, Dad, and I as I think back to the last two weeks . . .  I expect to post about portrait quilts that we saw in Kentucky soon, but we have been busily working with our architectural designer on floor plans, and are going to see Mark's dad for Father's Day, so am sharing these comments on color and creativity in the meantime.  While Cheri was seeing an untold number of quilts, I went about a mile to the south and spent the morning at the Paducah Railroad Museum.  One day last month I dropped Cheri off at this very large structure, which we called, alternatively, the "mushroom" and the "marshmallow." She had quilting-related activities to attend to; I decided to take a drive.  Image Source: https://dianeloomisquilts.wordpress.com
We chose to go to the National Quilt Museum the day after the American Quilt Society show in Paducah closed. Good timing!  In a residential suburb of Atlanta known as Buckhead, the Atlanta Historical Society has its museum, and on these grounds the Swan House is open for tours.  I have long been a huge fan of the annual Bouquets to Art exhibition at the de Young Museum in San Francisco. This year we scheduled a visit to the Art in Bloom exhibition at the North Carolina Museum of Art.  It is impossible in words, or pictures on a computer screen, to describe the Atlanta Cyclorama.  The front of this building curved and full of glass to allow light in is inviting. Inside is a history lover’s dream.  Happy New Year to everyone. Not many photos today as we were traveling from Alexiandria, LA to Laurel, MS. There was a very dramatic difference in geography crossing the Mississippi River on Highway 84, heading east. The Louisiana side is low and muddy everywhere, not paved or graveled. The Mississippi side is the city of Natchez, built on high bluffs that keep the river at bay. The terrain immediately becomes rolling hills with evergreen and some hardwood forest.   A while after Mark and I moved to North Carolina, I thought about which state felt like "home" to me, and I came to a similar conclusion: home is where Mark is.
“Let future generations understand the burden and the blessings of freedom. Let them say we stood where duty required us to stand.” George H. W. Bush, 1991  The portion of our trip to the George H.W. Bush Presidential Library that made me cry was the traveling exhibit dedicated to Nelson Mandela.  We left the Bulverde area of San Antonio after a long hug with my dad, a hug and thank you to my sister, and handshake with my brother-in-law. Cheri had the road atlas in her lap and I had the wheel in hand and we started heading east. After driving through Geronimo, we made our first stop:  When we were preparing to move, I ran across a Christmas letter that I wrote in the early 1990's. Being a little lazy, I'm posting some excerpts here.  Image credit: Getty Images/Flickr RF
 If you are good at reading blueprints you might be able to tell how these two pages of patent application paperwork led to issuance of:
We had an unanticipated delight today, as we happened upon an extensive, and truly delightful, display of quilts on Hilton Head Island today. I was at a quilt shop on the mainland, in Bluffton, South Carolina, when I saw a very high quality postcard publicizing an exhibit by Art Quilters of the Low Country at the Coastal Discovery Museum. Art quilts are my favorite, so I looked up the Museum's web site when I got back to the truck. Oh! A lecture in 45 minutes? Let's go!!!  |
