If Florida is home or Gainesville is within drive, I would get to the Harn Museum of Art right quick, as some Southerners say. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I visited yesterday. What I found was room after room of exceptional art.
Joseph Konopka’s 1986 acrylic on canvas painting, View from 6th Avenue Between 38th and 39th Streets.
Deborah Butterfield’s Rory sculpture from 1992. Butterfield fashioned this mare using steel, scrap metal and other industrial materials.
Patrick Grigsby creates a photo-like image by puncturing cotton paper sheets painted black.
Like Maurice Prendergast? The Harn Museum offers this 1914 oil painting, Idyllic Landscape.
Photography? This museum has that too.
A tapestry that unravels, forming fiber-based drawings? The Harn has got you.
Pre-WWII art–this 1935 painting is by Francis Criss.
Even works by internationally renown artists like Kehinde Wiley.
Admission is free (yes, free). Happy museuming, all.
Few things fill my tank the way nature does. Headed to Gainesville for work, but took an early flight so I could head to the Florida Museum of Natural History, which has a butterfly rainforest. Squeal times 1,000.
I found a used bookstore not too far from where I work. And bookstores are like museums. I could fritter away hours in both places.
Found myself in the travel section, and this book found me. French Milk by Lucy Knisley. An illustrated travelogue of her adventures in Paris.
The Mississippi Delta is a big place. It encompasses more than 7,000 square miles of alluvial floodplain, stretching from Tunica in the north to Vicksburg at its southwest corner. The Delta contains some of the earth’s most fertile soil. And it’s a fertile place for the imagination if you’re the visiting type.
I like accessing the Delta through Greenwood. It’s an easy drive from Jackson, about an hour and 40 minutes. As you thread your way through Lexington and Tchula, Route 49 becomes quite flat. Cotton fields to your left and right. And then you find yourself in Greenwood. In many ways, it’s like time has stood still.
There’s Delta Feed on Main Street.
Architecture from the late 1800s persists and evolves, as this structure on Howard Street does.
If you plan on visiting Greenwood, I would aim for September when the cotton is high. To see cotton fields in the cotton capital of the world is a pretty cool experience.
I love old stuff, I really do. Old houses, old streets, old trees–all of it. Was fortunate to spend a Sunday afternoon in Laurel, Mississippi, a couple weekends ago, and the Busy Bee News-Coins-Pipe Shop on N. Fifth Street? Imagination sparked.
The news and pipe shop made complete sense to me. But coins? Something I’d have to research/parse later.
Fifth Street is a main artery from the historic downtown area, and it’s dotted with old buildings and Southern live oaks. More lovely than I could have anticipated.
A little further down is the Lauren Rogers Museum of Art and although the museum doesn’t permit photos outside of the lobby area, the collections are diverse and exceptional.
Across the street from the museum is the Rogers-Green House, which is pretty magnificent, at least to this passerby.
Vicksburg, Mississippi, is a shortish drive from Jackson–about 45 minutes due west on Interstate 20. It’s the seat of Warren County and although it’s primarily known for its role in the end of the Civil War, I prefer its architecture.
Found this home, okay, mansion, on Drummond Street.
And then this beauty on Cherry Street.
In the historic downtown area, there is the Mississippi River Commission headquarters building, which appears to have been constructed in the late 1800s.
There is also the Biedenharn Coca-Cola Museum. Vicksburg is where Coca-Cola was first bottled in 1894.
I was hungry. Not exactly hangry, but could use a bite to eat. Tacos, I was thinking. I knew where to head after a day of exploring Saint Petersburg. Over the bridge and back to Empamamas in the Tampa Heights neighborhood. This sign had me at Roses Are Red.
What makes a great taco? In my opinion, it needs a proper foundation (foundation as in tortilla), and flour just doesn’t cut it. Too soggy, too limp. The tortilla has to be corn, and Empamamas checked that box. Deliciously cooked proteins. Empamamas checked that box as well. Add to the above fresh vegetables, pico, and street corn, and my meal/day was made. Give me tacos. The end.