There it was, a big hole in the middle of the day without meetings or any fires to put out — and the weather was nice.
I took the moment and ran with it, driving to the Cincinnati Art Museum to check out Discovering Ansel Adams and have lunch all by myself.
I started at the cafe and looked out to the courtyard with occassionally falling leaves, a book, salad and cup of soup.
I thought about all the times mom brought me here for art classes as a kid. We had to take the long way from New Richmond because the connecting loop and bridge of highway I-471 hadn’t yet been completed.
I’ve no idea what she did when I was in those Art Academy classes, exploring printmaking and drawing styles — but I like to think she sat in the cafe and enjoyed a quiet moment with herself and wandered the rooms of the museum.
The (really good) Ansel Adams exhibit closed with a vantage of the gift shop (above).
This is where I’d meet mom after classes… The classes I was reticent to go to, but always hyped afterward, thankful for the prodding.
I felt that spirit today.
Hype from reminicing, but also learning about Ansel’s journey, process and passions.
