|Norton Simon Museum: Lotus Pond & Sculpture Garden|
All photos by #MarlanWarren, copyright protected.
Yesterday afternoon I went to the Norton Simon Museum to unwind from what has been a very tense few weeks fraught with personal tension, and its sudden lifting and the relief that was flooding me. I try to go weekly, and spend the most time with the French impressionists, French sculptures and the Asian sculptures.
The museum is open at night only on Fridays, and I willed myself to hang out as dusk turned to night. I took the bus from L.A. to Pasadena, and needed to hop back on before I turned into a pumpkin. Last night, I took these photos as I absorbed the stunning beauty of the museum's lily pond and sculpture garden. The evening air was perfectly crisp and fresh. And I spent more time than usual inside, studying the art of Degas, Van Gogh, Monet, Manet, et al. Everything inside and outside me was finally feeling happy and balanced. Fresh hope.
I passed a guard standing in front of the museum theater's podium. I asked what was playing, and he said it was the "Umbrellas of Cherbourg" (the Catherine Deneuve film we watched in film school). I mentioned I hadn't seen it since that time, and the guard flashed me a sweet smile and said, "Well, come on in!" I said I had to think about it. A few minutes later, I decided the cat needed feeding and I had no desire to walk L.A. streets too late at night. So I declined.
On the way home, a friend called and I told her about my day. How lovely everything was at last.
Then I got home and saw the news for the first time that day...
It is very hard to turn away from the Evil that is so pervasive.