Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Breathing room at the Sculpture Garden
Sometime after a crowd and before a valet stand, I was able to self park and walk across Montrose to the Sculpture Garden. It's quiet there. Green and grey and open. It's easy to sit down and forget about time. It's easy to sit down and let your thoughts float free along a color or a curve, along a line connecting leaf to reflection.
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ahh, alison, youve put me in the mood for a trip to the dallas art museum. inspiration, you cant hide from me for long.
I can't wait for the azaleas to start popping at Bayou Bend. Truly one of my favorite things to see in Houston. There's just something about going to a lady named Ima Hogg's house! She must have really loved Jim to take his name!
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