Thursday has been slightly crazier than Crazy Tuesday and my brain has shut down, so here are a few pics in lieu of a few thousand words.
The Annie Leibovitz exhibit was very cool. I think I liked the stories she told even better than the pictures. Well, the pics were certainly enhanced by the stories, anyway. The membership lady was super nice and let all 6 of us in for free. We were supposed to get 4 free tix and pay 1, and Prawn would be free, but she said if Fishy didn't mind being 5 for the day, he could go in with no charge. It was also a no camera zone, but the very nice lady at the desk said she trusted that I had read the sign and would obey. You can't guess how many times I found myself preparing to hoist the camera to take photos before remembering. Plah.
DIA exterior of course
A bit reminiscent of that torture scene in Casino Royale. . .
More torture. Poor Apollo. Though not bad for 1st century.
Equal time for the sexes. Aphrodite has seen better days as well.
The Diego Rivera murals. I showed part of one last time. This time I got more.
"Cells smothered by poison gas." Yum yum!
I think this one is just cool. That lit-up part is actually recessed.
Our first time in France. ;) This chapel used to be in a (castle?) tower in France. It's now in the DIA. Go figure.
Different lighting = different details. (and new poses by the kidlets)
This detail (shot straight up in the chapel) wasn't even visible in the available lighting. I was pretty surprised to see what the flash revealed. Cool!
It still amazes me to see a real Rembrandt. I suck at capturing it on film.
Still my fave staute. I love the look on her face - so real - the proud and doting mother. :)
On the way out, the 3 girls and I nearly trampled this man. I'm pretty sure he was wearing the same tie. If he hadn't been actively chatting up some other women as he walked, I would've complimented him on his museum, but alas.
Action Boy! (crappy pic)
Why does my mother always take blurry pictures of me? Could it be because I'm always in motion?
How to really freak out your kids - point out the missing bits of ceiling in the carpark. Instant panic!!!
The drive home never fails to fascinate me -- Woodward Avenue and the Davison in particular.
The Granwood seems to be the place where we always realise we've hosed up and need to make another turn. (I posted the front last time - you could see that it really used to be something in its day.)
That's a peach, Hon.
"Shitty Shooting" (Detective Paul Smecker, Boondock Saints)
It's for sale. LMK if you're interested and I can email you the phone number.
Yes, ANOTHER quality job by Upright Wrecking. . .
I know you will be as gratified as I was to find that, yes, they DO ship worldwide. And FYI, "Livernois" Ave is pronounced "LIVER-noyz." *cackle cackle*
And that's all she wrote.