Adventures in winter travel. As each flight from Chicago to St. Louis yesterday was canceled we were put on another, which was then canceled. Eventually all of them. Our flight from Flint, Michigan, to Chicago amazingly got through - seven hours late. It was still snowing at O’Hare when we got this far. Found a hotel and now booked on a noon flight Sunday. Success to be determined.
The grandchildren we don’t get to see often enough, Josie, above, and Audrey, below. We were out Christmas tree shopping.
We may or may not get home today. Chicago, where we change planes, is having a snowstorm. The airline canceled one of our flights already but booked us on another. Report to follow, possibly with photos of O’Hare chaos.
Tough winter travel day yesterday. Ice in the morning and mid-day in Chicago messed up everything at O’Hare. Skipping the details, we missed our connection but there was space on a late flight that got us into Flint, Michigan, about 11:30 PM. Too late to drive to our son’s city. Fortunately, the car rental desk stayed open for us and I found a hotel room near the airport. Flint was once a big auto manufacturing city. General Motors was founded here, but all that is gone. Tough times since.
It’s been right at six months since a tornado swept through parts of St. Louis. It cut across the northwest corner of Forest Park and moved into residential neighborhoods to the north, much of which contained old homes in lower income areas. Here in the park many damaged trees were cut to stumps at ground level. However, one huge tree was toppled and pulled up much of its root ball. Lots of it has not been cleared.
The view from one of the galleries toward the central hall of the St. Louis Art Museum’s central hall, as seen in Saturday’s post. This is one of five massive paintings that are part of the Anselm Kiefer show. The glittering highlights around the figure in the upper center and the words across the top are in gold leaf.
A carefully arranged grove of birch trees outside the entrance to the new wing of the St. Louis Art Museum.
Anselm Kiefer is a giant of contemporary German art. His first major U.S. museum show in 20 years is now at the St. Louis Art Museum. Five huge paintings flank the central hall, with many others in the galleries. He visited St. Louis a number of years ago and some of the work refers to the Mississippi or the Rhein. We’ve going to a walk-through with a docent today.
Granddaughter Ellie’s history class has been talking about ancient Egypt and she wanted to see the examples at the art museum. It was a dank, drizzly day so I stepped out the front door to see how le saint roi was faring. He was impassive.
A bend in a hall in the contemporary wing of the Nelson Atkins Museum in Kansas City. The structure is full of eye-catching shapes, in both the art on display and the architecture itself. The stack on the right is the well-known style of Donald Judd. I didn’t make a note of the simple curve to the left. It’s purple and quite low on the wall, making it hard to interpret.
An iconic view of Kansas City, taken from the hill that contains the Liberty Monument and World War I museum. In the foreground is Union Station, which still gets a few trains but now contains other attractions. Downtown is behind. The four narrow towers at left center support the roof of the convention center.
We got back into Kansas City early Sunday afternoon and headed for the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art. Its gorgeous new wing slides like a white tentacle down a gentle hill from the old main building. The collection of contemporary art is remarkable and of course, there is a photography gallery.
West of Marysville (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marysville%2C_Kansas), where my wife went to high school, on our way to a 50th anniversary party for her brother and sister-in-law. It was held in the town of Bremen, population 50, where you can rent out the firehouse for events.
Kansas City has America’s major World War I memorial and museum. When I first heard of it I wasn’t that interested - more than a century ago, no connection to my family, etc. Turns out it’s fascinating and well worth a visit if you find yourself in this pleasant city. The sunlight on a cloudless autumn day complements the 1920s architecture.
Turning around from the view in yesterday’s photo, looking north over Art Hill. This is the clear northern sky where we hoped to see the aurora borealis. There was nothing but a plane heading for the airport.
Road trip today to Kansas City, then across the prairie into Kansas on Saturday for a family event. Always something interesting to shoot.
Some people got really good northern lights photos around here Tuesday night. We were at home but, given the forecast, went out last night. Mrs. C, granddaughter Ellie and I headed to Art Hill, which has an unobstructed view to the north and not a lot of city lights. Nothing as of three hours after sunset. Ellie amused herself taking selfies in front of the statue of the Big Guy, and then rolling down the hill on her side over and over.
People listening to the St. Louis Classical Guitar Quartet, seen in yesterday’s post. Most of the audience is paying close attention, except for, maybe, the girl on the lower left on her phone and the man on the right, who I think is more interested in his date. And, well, me.
Our beloved St. Louis Symphony Orchestra performs in a hundred-year-old building, originally designed for movies and vaudeville. It was remodeled to become the orchestra’s home in the late 1960s. Mrs. C and I went on our first date there in the spring of 1973 (Mahler’s First, but I don’t remember what she wore) and we’ve now been subscribers for, I think, 47 years. Despite good acoustics, the hall had many drawbacks, with very inadequate backstage space.
It had been closed for two years for a major restoration and construction of a large new building covering two sides of the old hall. We’ve been to a few performances already but there was a public open house on Saturday showing off all the new stuff. Here, a septet of orchestra members perform as a tango group (unfortunately, no bandoneon). Having visited Argentina a few times, I love tango. The group played some of the biggest hits, including Carlos Gardel's Por Una Cabeza and Astor Piazzola’s Libertango.
Wednesday’s super moon, hanging over a building in St. Louis’ Central West End. This was as close in as I could get with my longest lens, 600 mm equivalent with the camera’s 2:1 crop factor.
There was a super moon last night, one of the occasions when our satellite is closest to the earth. Worth going out with a tripod, but where? This is our emblematic statue, the Apotheosis of St. Louis, in front of the art museum in Forest Park. Maybe I can edit something more about the moon itself for tomorrow.
Another figure at the History Museum’s Dia de los Muertos event, dressed in the uniform of our local soccer/football team. St. Louis City SC's record this season is somewhat well represented.
One of the features of Dia de los Muertos is elaborate altars, usually in honor of a particular deceased family member. This is a small detail from what I gather was a family’s abuela, or grandmother. The photos may be great grandchildren.
Technically, Dia de los Muertos was yesterday. In the Roman Catholic calendar, November 1 is All Saints Day and November 2 is All Souls Day. (You are only obliged to go to mass on the former.) Only a few people at the Missouri History Museum who were not official participants in the event did the full makeup or costume. If you look closely at his clothing, when the day comes I don’t think the man on the right expects to end up in heaven.
Dia de los Muertos is a Mexican festival that celebrates our connections to the beloved who have left us. Despite the imagery we will see in coming days, it is not morbid. The Missouri History Museum (a lot more interesting than it sounds) has a weekend event observing the occasion.
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Breakfast isn’t a big deal in our house. Maybe some yoghurt and fruit, or just a bagel with cream cheese. The only time I get a full morning meal is at a hotel buffet, and they aren’t worth photographing. So, needing an image for today, I found this picture of a food stand in the rain under the south end of The Highline in Manhattan. Bacon and eggs might be hard to eat on the street, particularly if it’s wet.
