English: Rosa ‘Mellow Yellow’ at the Inez Grant Parker Rose Garden, Balboa Park, San Diego, California, USA. Identified by sign. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I thought for sure that I could stop posting yellow things since I would be seeing them outside by now but no…..the air is BRISK, windy, freezing cold. Technically yes, its Spring but it doesn’t feel like Spring. To all of us, it feels like Winter. We were lucky not to get SNOW today. I am not kidding. I truly hope this is the last entry. Why do I think it may not be? Today’s picture of interest is this: A YELLOW rose something I hope to see soon in real life.
WHAT MUSICIAN/BAND WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN A LIVE CONCERT?
I don’t think of her as a musician, I think of her as an amazing artist. There’s no one else like her, her voice, her range, her beauty. I regret that I did not see her live when she was playing near the date of my 50th birthday. Major mistake. Epic fail. It was too expensive….nothing is too expensive if it is a lifetime dream. I wish I had been more adamant, I wish my husband had listened, I wish we had gone to the concert, spent an excessive amount of money and gone out to a lavish dinner. It would have been worth all the money to be able to reflect back and remember that memory years and years later.
My favorite museum, since I was a teenager, was the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan. While other kids in High School would cut school if they had free time, and hang out with friends and smoke cigarettes, I would hop on the subway either by myself or with my friend Elizabeth and that’s where we would go. The museum was a wonderful place full of sensory overload, modern art, photography exhibits, even film. “MOMA” as it is called had a sculpture garden where, in the nice weather, you could read outside, eat ice cream and dream if you wanted to, your face being warmed by the sun. I knew a lot of the paintings by heart and where they were placed. It was always comforting to go there. I also used to go with my sister where she would inevitably charm the guard we had known for years and he would let us slip in for free, something I was too shy to do on my own. There are few places that I can go to and feel like I was “home” yet feel excited to reunite with my favorite paintings. In the small gift shop (before it was redone) I nestled with the postcards and books and always bought a few postcards as a reminder of the time I spent there. Even now, if I had a choice, I would head to MOMA, but I would practically have to take out a bank loan since the admission prices now are so high. I still plan to go again, hopefully this year, because in reality, happiness and art and feeling alive, is priceless.