Sunday, July 27, 2014

FRIENDS ACTING STUPID

     And now we pause from our regularly scheduled grown-up, thoughtful, literary content to bring you a photo retrospective of what happens when three women who have known each other for almost 40 years and share a mutual delight in idiotic behavior get together and visit the Grounds for Sculpture in Hamilton, New Jersey, as Ann, Jocie and I did last Sunday.
     First of all, the Grounds for Sculpture is a beautiful natural site.  Just as one example, here are two photos of stands of weeping blue atlas cedar:





and here's me, grooving on nature:

 
       But there are also sculptures:
 
 
  
     and more sculptures:





And lots and lots of sculptures by Seward Johnson, heir of Johnson & Johnson and apparently the unofficial Kitschy Sculptor Laureate of New Jersey:

 
 
and for perspective:


 
 
 
And you know Renoir's The Boating Party, right?
 
 
 
 
Well, Here's Seward Johnson's take on it (the water in the background is real):
 
 










     But of course, the most important feature of the Grounds for Sculpture is the aptly-titled Friends Acting Stupid.













 
 



 
 






     It was a lovely day.

6 comments:

  1. How fun! It's great that you guys can stay in touch over all these years. And I never knew New Jersey could be so beautiful.

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  2. Hey, Stephanie! Yes, people who have never been to my adopted state are always surprised that it's not just one big highway linking New York and Philadelphia. Look, I freely admit that NJ can't hold a candle in the beauty department to states like Colorado or Utah, but it does have some lovely spots. Really!

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  3. Looks like a fun and memorable day! Thanks for sharing the pics.

    Yvonne

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  4. And thank YOU, Yvonne, for continuing to acknowledge that you know me even after you've seen how I spend my spare time!

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  5. It's good to know that I come by my idiocy honestly.

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    1. Did you ever have any doubts about that, my fine feathered son? XXXX

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