This bank building atrium always provides interesting reflections.
This just happens to be across from the bus stop where we catch our bus home. I just happened to have my camera on a recent trip downtown and couldn't resist the juxtoposition of lines, curves and reflections.
We were, however, treated to a demonstration of stone carving by Josh Meier, a local sculptor of note, seen in the photo below.
Josh Meier, demonstrating stone carving at D.A.M.
We walked through Civic Center Park and of course, since I had my camera, I took photos of favorite architecture along the way. One was our Denver Public Library just adjacent to the art museum and another was our State Capitol.
The Denver library building designed by architect Robert Graves
The Colorado State Capitol with Vietnam monument in the front
Two Asheville NC artists at their opening reception in Denver
Heidi Zeknik (left) is the daughter of a dear college friend of mine. I last saw Heidi when she was about 5 or 6 years old. I last saw her mother in Austria in 1984, I think. Yesterday we went to the opening reception for three artists who often show together and enjoyed a nice visit before prospective clients began pouring in. Heidi and Donna Price share a studio in Asheville. You can visit their websites here and here respectively.
The photo below is for Heidi's Mom in Austria. Sorry about my cheesy grin, Magi.
This family feels so much like our extended family from Catalonia in Spain. We have a history since the late 90's through their daughter Marta who arranged for Paula and I to visit her parents and sister in Barcelona and La Seu D'Urgell. With my intermediate Spanish and a lot of pantomime we all became close friends. Xell who had some English acted as translator with her parents. Later Angeles would come to stay at our home when Marta lived with us for a year. We have known this family for 9 years.
Today we met at a restaurant in honor of the small guest hidden behind the stroller hood in the photo: their first grandchild, Joan (pronounced JoAhn which is John in Catalan)Bernat. We anticipate that we will see the proud grands more often now.
The Guest of honor, four weeks old, slept through our lunch.
Angel's trumpet tree inside the tropical atrium at DBG
After the campaigning, after the countless nights in front of the TV, after election eve with friends agonizing over each new set of state returns, and after the jubilant champagne toast as the winner was declared, we were mentally and physically exhausted! We slept a lot the first few days and then on Saturday we needed to get outdoors. We chose one of our favorite places for relaxing the body and clearing the mind, the Denver Botanic Gardens. We arrived just in time to catch the weekly Saturday morning guided tour. This week it was a tour of the tropical atrium and the cloud forest room. I've always loved the atrium but now I know names of a few more plants.
The main path to Monet Pond flanked by berry-filled trees
We walked for almost two hours inhaling autumn crispness, mourning the increasing bareness of the trees and enjoying the seasonal appearance of the muted colors of dry grasses, all with their own kind of beauty. My DBG membership provides me endless hours of tranquility in the midst of a most chaotic world.