Last week when my husband caught a foul ball in his 30-year-old baseball glove, two of the rawhide strings that were barely holding it together, let go. The glove has now been retired. Today we went downtown to the Garts Sportscastle to buy him a new glove, have lunch and then drop by the Colorado Watercolor Society's Spring Show at the Colorado History Museum. Every time I go there I promise myself I'm going to bring my camera to get a photo of the mural on the front of the building. Today I had my camera but I hadn't realized before that if I backed up far enough to get a straight-on view, I'd be standing at the bottom of the service ramp leading to the lower level truck delivery dock. So, not only was it a damp and dreary day but I had to take a weird angle or none at all.
The show--juried by Stephen Quiller a nationally known watercolorist, author and Colorado resident-- was excellent.. I so want to be able to produce lovely transparent colors some day. I am improving but I still have a long way to go.
Since I was already standing out in the snow, I turned to the West and took a photo of the Denver Public Library, the building where the Summit of the Eight took place during the Clinton Administration.
We had planned to watch the baseball game on TV tonight but now the game has been cancelled, so I plan to curl up with a good book.