MaryHill

Yesterday, Jan and I finally visited the Maryhill Museum.
Overlooking the Columbia River Gorge from the Washington side of the river,
the view alone makes the trip worthwhile. Beautifully groomed and extensive grounds
surround the museum and lend themselves to hours of sitting, gazing and pondering.
Numerous Peacocks have the run of the place, which makes for an almost Sci-Fi feel.

The museum was a delight we indulged ourselves in for a couple hours,
with its unusually large collection of Rodin sculptures and paintings;
it's variety of Native American artifacts;
it's world -famous collection of miniature mannequins
dressed in post World War II Parisian couture;
its huge collection of furniture, paintings and other artifacts from a turn of the century
Queen Somebody of Romania to Sam Hill (whose mansion has become the current museum);
and it's huge collection of Chess sets from all over the world.

It amazes me that such a fine museum, stuck out at the edge of the Columbia Gorge is so nearby.

Art continues to immerse my daily life.
Out here in the middle of Nowhere.
Every day.

I'm loving it
and losing myself in it
more by the day.