Okay. I think these really are the last photos from our Nashville vacay. It was our last day in N-ville and wood guitar Bow Tie o’ the Day was happy to be out and about in such a city. We had to work to find the Carl Van Vechten Gallery, at Fisk University. GPS let us down the first time we tried to find it. We followed it faithfully to the point when it told us we were 50 feet from the museum—which we clearly were not. We fiddled around with the GPS entry and discovered that in reality, the museum was 2.5 miles away.
We had been wanting to visit this museum before we even left for Nashville, cuz they reportedly have a phenomenal collection of Alfred Stieglitz’s (Georgia O’ Keefe’s hubby) photographs. And they do have such a collection. But I guess it had been on loan to another museum; and although it was now back, it was still crated up downstairs. We were bigly disappointed, but we went through the Terry Adkins exhibit which currently inhabited the Stieglitz photos’ space. Our verdict on the art we saw was “meh.”
You see me here playing around the art offerings. I don’t know what the “antlers” installation was all about, but I come from a huntin’ family, so if they look like antlers, they’re antlers and I’ll take a pic of me “wearing” them. As far as the record label piece of art, the label closest to my right ear is for a song named “Peg Leg Woman.” Sounds like a song which would amuse me to no end.
The timing for our Nashville vacation might have been off for our visit to see the Stieglitz art at the Carl Van Vechten Gallery, but our timing was spot-on for missing the Nashville tornadoes last week. My oldest sister, Mercedes/BT, worries that Suzanne and I somehow violently affect the weather of the places we choose to travel. We went to Nashville—BOOM!—deadly tornadoes right after we left. We went to Dauphin Island, Alabama almost two years ago—BOOM!—Tropical Storm Gordon came ashore a day before we arrived. Remember the rarely-happens, days-long, bigly dump snowstorm in Tucson last year? Yup, I guess that was our doing too, cuz we had a trip planned there for just days later.
I’d like to think I had enough power to alter the planet that much. But I wouldn’t waste such power on weather. Nah, I’d use my power to change things more along the lines of eliminating poverty, illiteracy, hunger, addiction, animal cruelty, and general hate.
Oh, and I’d plop down the Dallas Cowboys and the New York Yankees on their own private island with no technology or chance for rescue—where they would be never be heard from again. Ah, a perfect world. 😇