“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
I love that the above quote comes from Einstein. Who would of thought a genius like him would think such foofy thoughts? I think we could have definitely sat down and had coffee and discussed life.
Lynn and I went to an Art Crawl in Saint Cloud
Friday evening. The Art Crawl occurs about every three months. Lynn
writes for Central Minnesota Women
magazine. Her last article was on women who love to fish, and her next article will be on the Art Crawl. Lynn had already taken some photos and done some interviews at the March Art Crawl event but needed a few more photos and another interview.
My cousin A was supposed to meet us at a coffee shop called Meeting Grounds. This is a photo of A.
Yeah, right. After waiting for A for about 45 minutes, I called her and asked “Are you lost?” To which A responded, “No, I’m just standing in my kitchen. Why?”
She thought the Art Crawl was next Friday. Okay, I’m not going to say much, because I can totally see myself making a mistake like that. But it was pretty disappointing since I was so looking forward to seeing her and catching up.
“Hey, A, these are the photos I took for you. Almost as good as being there. Can’t you just taste these scrumptious treats?”
There was food to munch on all over the place. And wine. I got yelled at, well, actually Lynn got yelled at because “her friend” had walked out onto the sidewalk and was drinking wine rather than inside where you were supposed to stay.
Okay, I have to back up to say that this little dweeb in a suit first yelled at Lynn because she was taking photos of people looking at artwork in this guys shop. Lynn explained that she was doing an article on the event and he should have received a notification about that, and she was taking photos of the general surroundings not a specific piece of art, since that can be a no-no without the artist’s permission.
The Dweeb still told Lynn she couldn’t take photos and he was not nice about it. So we left and stood outside and thus the wine scandal. I am scarred for life…
Other than Mr. Cranky Pants, all the people in the other buildings were very welcoming and happy to have photos taken in hopes of getting a decent mention in the article.
I really liked the artwork of Anne Meyer. My favorite was called Grandpa Sleeping
. You’ll have to go to her website and take a look as we really did respect the whole unwritten rule of not photographing individual pieces without permission. Anne also had a drawing of her Mom
that I liked because of the expressiveness and personality Anne managed to capture.
Besides art, there was music.
And there was a chance to try your hand at rock chiseling.
I thought this vintage bicycle was a work of art.
This is the Paramount theatre. Besides the stage events that take place, they also offer art classes there in such things as ceramics, fiber arts, and painting.
I saw this Pooping Dog
on a building. I thought maybe it was a doggy clean up service but it turns out they sell calendars, t-shirts, mugs, etc. with, you guessed it, pictures of pooping dogs.
Lynn and I noticed there was an Electric Fetus
in Saint Cloud. Brought back youthful memories, not of the head shop type supplies there of course, but of the incense and used records and such.
I picked up three used CDs. Patsy Cline! How could I pass that by! Terri Clark had to come home with me because of the title “Pain to Kill”. And Macy Gray? Hey! It has a song called “Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak”! How could I resist that? Yes, I have a somewhat eclectic taste in music. The other stuff in the photo below are things I picked up along the way, including the magazine Lynn writes for.
Today should be another busy day – trail riding, a walk with Java, grocery shopping (out of coffee – GASP!), and getting together with friends this evening.
It’s supposed to be a beautious day! Hope it is wherever you are too! Have a super weekend!