Chihuly at the Dallas Arboretum
During our recent travels while work is ongoing in our condo, we spent a few days in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, visiting friends and enjoying gorgeous fall days. Gary was attending a theater conference in Arlington, so our wonderful friends Linda and Kenneth took me under their wing (I don’t like to drive in the Metroplex) on Sunday afternoon. We went to the Amon Carter Museum in Fort Worth, where the current exhibit is 19th and 20th Century American art from the Phillips Collection in Washington, D.C. We tagged on to a docent tour and enjoyed his obvious passion and enthusiasm for the art, seeing things in the works we might have missed. He amused me no end, though, with his repeated pronunciation of “Impressiolism” and “Abstract Expressiolism.”
I also spent time in the company of a dear older lady, Gary’s “second mother,” in whose house we were staying. She is in a care facility but is transitioning back home, so I spent an afternoon in wonderful conversation, mostly talking about religion. Imagine a devout but questioning Catholic and a longtime Unitarian-Universalist having a lively conversation about theology and religious history. This is the sharpest 88-year-old I know, and a delight to be around.
On our last day Linda and Kenneth once again joined us (Gary was finished with the conference) and we went to the Dallas Arboretum to see the exhibit of Dale Chihuly’s glass sculpture. It was so breathtaking we want to go back during the holidays and see it at night.
We enjoyed a hearty Mexican meal and saw “Skyfall” (which we all thought was maybe the best Bond movie ever), then visited Gary’s brother and sister-in-law, ending a full and near-perfect visit.
I didn’t take a camera and my phone pooped out toward the end, so thanks to Linda for the beautiful final shot, which Gary took with her camera. The last group with the purple glass work in front of sheets of water were my absolute favorites. There was an optical illusion that made the water appear to be purple.