With so many spectacular parks checked off our bucket list thus far, Leah and I needed a time out for reflection. Seemingly, the constant shifts of locations, coupled with maximizing our time at each stop has blended our experiences and threatened our recall.
We have been so immersed in the natural beauty that soothes the soul, that we’ve neglected the urban essence that nourishes the spirit. So we came to Minneapolis for a culture fix.
The pulse of Minneapolis is defined by its abundant museums and galleries, its renown theater district, its avant garde food scene, and celebrated sports franchises. There’s a lot to cheer about in Minneapolis… at least, during three seasons of the year.
We only had three days to explore, so it required a binge-worthy effort. We exchanged our hiking boots for walking shoes, and set a course for the newly reopened Sculpture Garden to swoon over the Spoonbridge and Cherry, and tap into the energy of the Walker Art Center.
My photographic impressions are interpretive at best, drawing from the power of the work, and serving as an inspirational palette and easel.
We marveled at the magic motion produced by Merce Cunnningham against a backdrop of post-modernist sensibility.
And we were amused by Jimmie Durham’s life-size assemblage sculptures.
We sped across town in time to catch the shimmer emanating from the convoluted skin of Frank Gehry’s Weisman Museum of Art at the University of Minnesota, but we were too late to tour the galleries.
However, we finished the day with a stunning performance of Sunday in the Park with George at the Guthrie Theater.
How appropriate that we should celebrate art celebrating art. We left the theater revitalized by the message, and enlightened by the notion that we are ready to take our next walk in the woods.