Outside the Minneapolis Institute of Art/Children's Theatre
Krista and I brought her twin girls to The Cat in the Hat on Saturday. They gave the show four thumbs up, shook hands with Thing Two, then said, "We want to see art." When we brought them to Pippi Longstocking, also at the Children's Theatre, it was Art in Bloom at MIA, which they remembered. So, off we ran to see "The mouse ran up the clock" clock!
We were reprimanded a couple times for running. "Please walk in the Minneapolis Institue of Art." I had flashbacks to reading, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, by E.L. Konigsburg, where a brother and sister spend a whole week hiding out in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Konigsburg won the Newbery Medal for her novel in 1967.
I liked this one from Swedish painter, Anders Zorn.
They zoomed from room to room looking for favorites from our previous visit and finding new art to admire. We both took a picture of the one above.
Mama let the girls take turns with her camera.
Let me look!
Art inspiring young artists!
Do you like that one?
It was a gorgeous fall day and we had some time to spare, so we took a walk across the stone bridge down by the Guthrie Theatre. We saw and heard many worlds happening all around us. We saw three wedding parties getting photographed. A young woman was getting a photography lesson from a man. This man set up his easel. I wish I had grabbed his card or asked his name. Maybe his painting will be at MIA some day?
Many people were using this setting for photo shoots.
We also witnessed a marriage proposal which didn't go as smoothly as the father (of the groom?) was trying to coordinate. We saw the group setting up. They were holding signs with letters and dots and a larger sign with _ARRIAGE on it. At first, I thought it might be a group making an add for the Vote No on the Minnesota Marriage amendment. It got me thinking as we crossed the bridge how you could have many different kinds of couples holding up the M: people of different ethnic backgrounds, men & women, men & men, women & women, to illustrate that love doesn't come in homogenous box.
That's not what was happening.
We were walking along, have a grand old time, admiring the brides and the dresses, the gorgeous fall colors, and eavesdropping on all the worlds on the bridge. We bought ice cream and snow cones from the vendor and headed back across the bridge. The dad of the _ARRIAGE proposal group jumped in front of us and yelled, "Stop!" With the sudden stop and yelling, the snow cone slipped out of the cone and plopped on the bridge. The dad looked at it and the sad girl and said, "Sorry. I'll buy you a new one. We're helping with a marriage proposal." The bridge traffic was backed up behind us. The dad was yelling at everyone to STOP! He had his binoculars in one hand, his camera in the other, and commanded each person in the proposal party to line up on the other side. The potential bride and groom were on the 9th floor of the Guthrie, looking down at the bridge.
We were feeling hot and bothered.
When we were finally allowed to walk through, the dad conveniently forgot his promise to buy the girl a new snow cone, gave her a weak appology that was filled with excuses and justification for his actions. He asked if she would forgive him, and she shook her head. We went home, leaving the colorful snow cone to melt on the bridge.
Good luck with that _ARRIAGE!
Three young ladies were watching the proposal from the other side of the group. I overheard one say, "Doesn't that make you want to get engaged just a little?" Her friend, who was leaning on the railing didn't miss a beat with her response, "No."
Go. Create. Inspire! (And, hold tight to your snow cones!)
Journaling Prompt: Have you ever had a snow cone dropping experience? How did you handle it? Does that _ARRIAGE proposal story make you want to get engaged?
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