It has been years since I visited the Seaman’s Bethel in New Bedford. The restored area surrounding it was largely the work of John Bullard while he was mayor. (We do not have an equivalent in Newport)
The pulpit was made famous by the movie “Moby Dick”. ( book by Herman Melville)
Quickly done and I should wait to publish it; however I am rather pleased with the way it is coming together. I will post a finished copy later.
One of those vignettes of life. We were to meet Stefan at a coffee shop in Silverlake in Los Angeles. We arrived a little early; I dropped Bernadette and went to park the car. When I arrived at the coffee shop Bernadette had already engaged someone in conversation. The woman had a dog named “Emily”. While the coffee shop had a dog friendly policy there was a man who clearly was disturbed by Emily; especially when she became excited over the attention she was getting. I suggested I take Emily for a walk to let her calm down. When I returned with Emily, it was clear that Stefan was in another part of the coffee shop and we had not seen him. However one of Stefan’s friends saw me walking Emily and said: “Isn’t that your father? and does he have a dog? ”
14,739 Miles. That’s how far we drove since leaving Newport and returning. We still only saw fractions of the country. Each photograph is a touchstone to a memory. There are so many. I do not dare to post the entire trip in one post.
My daughter, Isabelle is having an art show at St. George’s School beginning tomorrow, with an artist’s reception on September 11, 2014 at 6:30 pm at the Drury Art center.
We had raced against an earlier version. This Ker design looks to be very powerful.
Another day of museums, the Albright-Knox in Buffalo, then the Corning glass museum, highlighted by a Lalique exhibit and a small collection of work by Blaschka ( the same who created the glass flowers at harvard)
Toronto is a wonderful city full of life. The traffic however made New York City seem modest. The Food and Art are wonderful. Like everything, one has to make choices. I felt that the Eskimo art was the thing I was least likely to find in the lower 48.
