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Friday, June 24, 2016

Put Your Money (or Your Time) Where Your Mouth Is....

Last night I became a member of a restructured Fayette County Public Art Committee. For those familiar with this blog -- you know last September, November, December, and January I posted my feelings of the old committee and their direction. Other county residents and I began attending meetings and voicing our concerns.

In March the Board of Commissioners voted to restructure the committee and all spots were up for consideration. Twenty-three people stepped up to interview for the eleven open positions of the new committee. Thankfully, the two commissioners conducting the interviews felt that I was qualified to be one of the new members.

I want to thank everyone offering support and encouragement through this time. I have endured many insults and accusations. Now it is time to hit the ground running and embrace this opportunity to change. Change is a powerful word. I feel that if you do criticize, you need to be prepared to make a difference if afforded the chance.

Thursday, April 28, 2016


Five weeks ago, I learned Prince was coming to Atlanta.

Four weeks ago, the day after Prince tickets went on sale, I had two. 

Three weeks ago, just as we were preparing to leave to head to the city, the show was postponed.

Two weeks ago, the concert was on and was awesome.

One week ago, as I sat down to a picnic lunch with friends in the most amazing private garden, a text popped up on my phone from my husband telling me the news.

Besides the memory of an amazing performance from someone, obviously in the midst of a struggle no one really knew about, I will always remember the atmosphere in the theater. The woman sitting next to me was super excited, telling me how her mother took her to see Prince in 1985 and how she has loved him ever since. The couple behind us, well, the woman, was expressing her displeasure of waiting on the sidewalk, by herself, for her friend/husband (?) to arrive. His response to that was to shift the conversation to marvel at the scene from earlier when Prince road past us outside and waved from the backseat of a black Suburban. During the performance I looked around me; down, behind, across rows of people packed into every seat, dancing in their seats, waving their arms, singing, loving Prince. 

Prince performing Heroes in honor of David Bowie

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Fredericksburg Trip: Belmont

I arrived at Belmont, home of artist Gari Melchers and now part of the University of Mary Washington, very early on a December morning.

Morning mist and the steeple from Falmouth Church seen from the view looking down toward Ingleside Drive from the house.

Sunlight hits a window a few minutes after I arrived. Standing in this spot, I heard the Rappahannock down below me. Since it was winter, I could see it through bare trees.

There were a few Christmas decorations on the house -- for the season. This wreath and pine garland on the front steps made me wonder what was inside. I did not go in -- too early and not open, nor did I peep in the windows.

Down the front lawn, a pretty steep hill, a track cut into the grasses ends just around a short bend. 

Belmont, or as others call it, The Gari Melchers Home, is a national historic landmark in Falmouth, Virginia. The home sits on a hill above the Rappahannock River facing toward the Falmouth Bridge to Fredericksburg. Julius Garibaldi Melchers studied and taught in Europe and had a studio in New York City. He spent his final days at Belmont in Stafford County.

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