At trip to the museum

When last in Portland we finally paid a visit to the art museum.  It had been many many years since I had been there.  And Calder, in all his years, had never been to an art museum.  (How could that be?!  In actuality, I know that living in this small town and taking field trips to farms and forests instead of institutions of high art, is certainly the reason we haven't been until now.)

Dan Flavin's piece was a hit.

But I gotta say, Calder was a real grump for the most of it.

And Lake wasn't too sure about the Dishwasher, but he grooved on roaming the buildings with the non-judgemental curiosity of an almost-2-year old.

We're gonna have to take these boys to a few more museums before too long.

Do you look at the world differently after spending time in a museum?  We admired the raindrops on the light and dark cement.  The little things.