Portland - II
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Was there something about us or does the desk clerk at the Comfort Inn ask everyone if they're interested in art? We were surprised (and delighted) when we checked in to the motel and the clerk up and suggested that we go see the show at the Portland Museum of Art. True, it had been one of the reasons we came here instead of going to Cape Cod for the weekend.
The big show at the PMAwas the Robert Indiana show, he of the Love stamp with the O on the diagonal. It was a lot more interesting to see many of his pieces together than just one or two. Most were hard-edge, geometrical shapes and words. The most memorable figurative painting was one of his parents, incompletely dressed, standing by their Model T Ford. Indiana thought he might have been the first person to have been conceived in a Model T Ford.
What's Maine without a lighthouse or two? We drove out to Portland Head Light and went quickly through the little museum at it. It was so foggy that you could barely see the top of the lighthouse from the far end of the parking lot. The foghorn was out of order, or our ears could have been in trouble, but we heard the horns from other lighthouses and from an approaching ship. A little further down the coast, we tried to find Two Lights. Parking anywhere near the lighthouses was tough, but we walked out on the rocks and slipped on seaweed as we looked for tide pools. There were plenty of pools, but not much except one sea urchin in them.
Traffic was inching along for the first six miles along the Maine Turnpike, but smoothed out as the road got wider and wider. We weren't sure, in the traffic jam, but we got back to Newton in time to go to Sue & Richard's for supper after all.
Hey, this is fun, using Sherlock to get some relevant links. I have to do it more often.
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