If you read the previous post, you will recall the near disaster when when we took my neice to the Museum of Nature Monday.   I am happy to report that our trip to the National Gallery went more smoothly.

Neither Lynn nor Cynrhia were really interested in the gallery, so it was just Tammy and myself.  We managed to enjoy ourselves anyway.  In fact, we had a blast.

The first thing that struck me on entering is it’s similarity to Dr Who’s T.A.R.D.I.S.  It seems much larger on the inside than it appears on the outside.  From the outside, it looks big.  On the inside, it’s enormous.  This became painfully obvious around the same time I realized it’s a bad idea to try to do it all in one day. 

Not only is it a great deal of walking, but you become saturated with art.  It turns out that there is a finite amount of beauty and wonder that I can absorb in a given day.  Spending the entire day surrounded by the work of legends (Rembrandt, Ruebens, Krieghoff, Tom Thompson, to name a few) hit my personal limit.  I will go back at some point when I’m not on a timetable and take the time to sit and enjoy them at my leisure.

Afterwards, Lynn picked us up and we went to take pictures of the ducks at Billings Bridge.  While there, someone else was feeding the ducks, squirrels, and a very fat and friendly groundhog.  We were able to get some excellent pictures.  It made for a nice finish to a truly enjoyable day.

Now off to work.

Cheers, Winston