Amy and I spent the night in Snowball, my in-laws’ sailboat. It was noisy (hey neighbors!), a little humid, there was rain and thunder and lightning, and it was eventually wicked foggy, but it was super relaxing nonetheless.
Surprise accomplishment! Amy and I are in vacation, hitting up breweries in Maine on our way to New Brunswick, and we stopped in Winterport at Penobscot Bay Brewery. Imagine my surprise when I saw they were co-located (and share a head brewer/vintner) with Winterport Winery!
So along with sampling some nice beers, we also tried several of their wines (and bought a few bottles to take home…)
I’m bereft that someone was so radicalized by racist ideologies – in 2015! in the U.S.! – that they murdered 9 people on cold blood – an act of terrorism if you will. And sadly I’m not surprised in the least.
There is little I can write about last Thursday’s massacre – and the culture that surrounds it – that someone else hasn’t already said better. So instead I link to them:
- Black Girl in Maine: The aftermath…are we ready to get real or will the circle jerk continue?
- Yarn-A-Go-Go: Why Saying “All Lives Matter” Sounds Racist
- 11 Ways White America Avoids Taking Responsibility for its Racism
- Only white people can save themselves from racism and white supremacism
I’m not the perfect anti-racist ally but I’m trying. And I’m going to fail in the future just like I’ve failed in the past. And then I’m going to apologize, and do better in the future. Because dammit, black peoples’ lives DO matter to me. And white people, we can do so much better than what we’ve done so far.
The photo above includes a few of the pieces that struck my fancy.
I thoroughly enjoyed some of the current exhibitions. I popped back into the Hokusai exhibit (my folks took me to that in April when they were in town and it simply took my breath away.) Playing with Paper: Japanese Toy Prints was a nice complement to the Hokusai exhibit. In the Wake: Japanese Photographers Respond to 3/11 was stunning. Takashi Arai’s daguerreotypes were the highlight of that exhibit. And finally, Nature, Sculpture, Abstraction, and Clay: 100 Years of American Ceramics was exceptionally well presented. I missed a few exhibits that I’d like to go back to see, especially Gordon Parks. (I didn’t make it to the third floor of galleries.)
Three hours is definitely my maximum time in a museum. While it was so great to go and just wander, I walked out with a headache that didn’t go away for a good chunk of time. Ah well, good art is good and worth it.