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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Chihuly et al

Oklahoma University can boast about one of the greatest art museums in the world. The Fred Jones, Jr. museum exhibited works of art collected by Renard Strickland.
Strickland stated the Native Americans survived the European invasion by assimilating, appropriating, and accommodating. Below we see bowl showing the image of a Native American adept at multi-tasking with a cellphone, and iPod, and a laptop.
The Fred Jones, Jr. exhibit includes a collection of southwestern art.
The Weitzenheimer Collection includes paintings
by Toulouse Lautrec (below), Pisarro, Monet, Cezanne, and many more.
Eugene Jesse Brown.
Outside the Fred Jones, Jr. museum stands John Massee's "Huguenots," or a place to tie one's horses, My Mr. Mallory said in jest.
The view of Oklahoma City's Museum of Art and the Chihuly Tower. Glimpse through the glass to see the colored glass attached to the steel beam.
Chihuly's glass tower photographed from inside.
My fave piece in the collection: The hallway.
The bow of a boat from Finland containing and surrounded by glass spheres.
Shells.
John Henry's painted aluminum, "Jasper."
On our way home, glimpses of rolled hay and oil batteries along the way marked the countryside. The recent increase in rainfall has made the countryside look green.

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
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