A paintball pallette almost tripped me. I could have fallen into that trapdoor on the floor. That is when I knew this was a tricky museum.
A pearl pin bonnet tempted me to put it on, but I saw those 31,863 pins and knew it was a Seer Bonnet to trap pathetic women desparate to wear pretty pearls and convert them. Vanity has its price.
Lovely pearls of pain.Painfully pretty pioneering bonnet by Angela Ellsworth.
The tricky twin symmetry crisscross doorway tried to lure me to its middle by confusing me with its identical sides. I was wise to its ways and backed away.
Right is left is right
A melting tapestry by Faig Ahmed from Azerbaijan lured me close to the spot where I too could have been melted. I never knew museums could be so dangerous!
Too hot to holdMelted mosaic mesmerizing art patrons.
There was a spaceship that tempted me to tilt forward and look inside. I could see to infinity and beyond. I straightened up and slowly backed away from the otherworldly display.
The Rhombicosadecahedron Spaceship
Next thing I knew I was back on the front steps of the Palm Springs Art Museum with my friends. We could have ended up in some weird places, but we know art portals when we spy them. Whew!
I was never a pink girl, but flamingo pink gets me. I must pause for that pink.
My family has several flamingo stories. One is about Daddy and the other about little Rose.
Daddy said if there were jobs in heaven, he wanted to help birds. He paused. We waited for him to say bluebirds, but instead he said he wanted to help the flamingos. Mr. Bluebird turns pink!
My son and I distinctly remember the Rose and Flamingo Pink story. We were out on our deck making a model of a flamingo out of trash for his first grade project. Four-year-old Rose wanted to be involved. I gave her all the paint squirt bottles and told her to mix up flamingo pink for our future bird on a paper plate. We turned our attention back to our big pop bottle body, paper towel roll neck and assorted trash for legs, beak, feathers and feet.
Faded after 30+ years
Rose was busy mixing paint unattended. I assumed a mess was being made. My son and I were bending the wire legs when Rose announced she was done.
Her brother and I looked over at Rose and the plate. It was full of the perfect Flamingo pink! No mess. No other colors just that pink with a hint of peach.
We were stunned. We looked at each other and then little Rose. The irony is she does not even like pink. I hope she will wear these socks I bought for her anyway.
Socks souvenir for Rose
So flamingos will always hold my attention and bring back memories of little Rose and my Bluebird Daddy.
Flamingo art made of BEADS.
The house in Palm Springs had a Flamingo Pink theme. So we now have another set of pink stories. Here are pics of the Palm Springs Pink.
Close up of beads. Amazing!WOWZAToo cute to use.Our pink doorPink private patio. Flamingo friends.Pink and white chairs with lovely shadows.
We took a trip up to the top of the San Jacinto mountain on the Palm Springs Aerial Tramway.
I loved that some windows were open to let in the breezes as we ascended to cooler temperatures. I appreciated that the tram innards slowly rotated, so everyone got to see the surrounding views without moving about. I wanted to hold on to my window, but it moved.
Photo by Palm Springs Aerial Tramway
The rotation and dips at the towers took some getting used to. I did not take photos during the ride. I was busy staying vertical.
The views from the top were spectacular.
Palm Springs Wind Farm
I was more relaxed on the trip down due to prior exerience. While my friends hiked down this trail and back up again my sis and I watched a short movie about the biodiversity of the mountain wildlife and the wind conditions between the two mountains, thus the wind farm.
