Saturday was a hot and humid day with the sun blazing down and me wilting terribly. With zero energy for getting on the bicycle or hiking or absolutely anything that involved being outside I decided on visiting a museum that had piqued my interest for some time, the United States Marine Corps Museum. So grabbing a bottle of water I got in the car, turned the AC up high and set off.
The museum has been open since November 2006 and is an amazing example of how fabulous modern day museums are. Well laid out and easy to walk around, I have to admit that initially I suspected I might get bored with it after a short time since it was primarily about all the wars the Marines/USA have been part of. But instead I was sucked right in from the moment I entered the doors. The staff were friendly and polite, the building light and airy, and I really didn't know where to start first, so much was catching my eye. I noticed the shop but decided to leave that until last and walked over to the middle and just looked up.
I had not taken in all of the museum, in fact it had felt like I'd skipped so much being so anxious to see everything, when an announcement declared that the museum was closing in half an hour. I'd been here for over 3.5 hours! I would definitely have to return but I made a beeline for the store before leaving. I still hadn't seen the memorial garden but that would have to be saved for next time.
Once back in the car, it was time to head to Crystal City for my last time at Artomatic. I met up with the gang and we walked round trying to see everything we'd not gotten around to viewing in previous visits. The photos below are my favorites of the evening.
And below is my WTF Gallery. I mean, seriously, WTF. Couldn't get my head round any of these:
But there was one artist there that I met who really stood out, modest without a trace of vanity, whose walls were a testament to his skill. Eric was working the whole evening and encouraged folk to sit in front of him while he sketched their portrait using Sharpie pens.
I went up to my wall and was delighted to find a poem from Brash.
Sunday was another beautiful day and a perfect day to be on the water. I threw Big Red on top of the car and set off to the Shenandoah. The water was perfect, clear and cool with fishes darting back and forth yet managing to elude the fisherman throwing out their tempting lines.
I also tested my underwater case for my phone. I had done a 10 minute test at home and now got some pretty good shots of the river bed and through the water line. I'll be playing with this for some time I know. Towards the end of the afternoon I returned to dry land knowing I was going to suffer from sunburn yet again. On the way home I stopped at a farm close to Marshall to pick some cherries. I popped one in my mouth and it nearly turned my face inside out, it was so sour. Apparently they were cooking cherries. The farmer laughed loudly and we started chatting. I sat next to him and soon his wife came out and we introduced ourselves.
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