On the road to Washington DC from Philadelphia, we drove through a landscape of wildlife refuges along Delaware Bay towards Dover, the capital city of Delaware.
This is Reedy Island Rear Range Lighthouse.
Emergency sirens also grace this beautiful landscape.
The birdlife is plentiful in and around the refuges that share the territory with crop farms.
We avoided the fast food franchises for lunch and landed in a family run restaurant in Sudlersville, Maryland. Thus far, this establishment wins the prize for the most condiment and cracker-laden table settings.
I’d love to tell you that I ran up this steps towards the Philadelphia Art Museum then turned around and triumphantly punched the air and raised my arms as I looked down Benjamin Franklin Parkway towards the city.
I did, however, have a solo visit to the art museum this morning where I gravitated towards favourites such as Gustav Klimt and Paul Cezanne, and found some new objects and paintings to enjoy. The ceramic piece is called White Granite Bay by Wayne Higby and the paintings are by Thomas Eakins, a realist artist previously unknown to me.
The museum ticket price included entry to the Rodin Museum a few blocks away.
We caught a late lunch in the 9th Street / Italian Market precinct. Let it be said, there are few taste combinations as good as lamb, roasted fennel and tomato, sun-dried cherries, gorgonzola and rocket (or arugula as they call it here in the US).
We rounded off the afternoon with a visit to the National Constitution Centre (no photos please). The rain began to fall just as we arrived back to our hotel.
Tomorrow it’s a short hop down the road to Washington DC.
We began today travelling through Poland, Russia, Greenwich and Cambridge without leaving New York State. When it wasn’t raining, the clouds deepened the landscape colours.
It may have been just a brief sojourn into Vermont and the historic town of Bennington, but there were finds to be made.
The Robert Frost Stone House Museum is the house where Frost wrote this poem (via poetryfoundation.org). Once more, the weather added extra atmospherics to the evocative landscape surrounding the house.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.
Source: Collected Poems, Prose, & Plays (Library of America, 1995)
As well as the three covered bridges in Bennington, we (and some of those welcome bus loads of people) also visited The Apple Barn to try their apple cider donuts, apple dumpling and ….. apples.
On to Williamstown, Massachusetts where The Clark Art Institute houses an extensive collection of impressionist art including paintings by Renoir and Toulouse-Lautrec. Here are two works by Degas (Entrance of the Masked Dancers and Little Dancer Aged Fourteen). Camille Pissarro’s Apples resonated for some reason.
Oh, and Lincoln Cathedral’s Magna Carta is on exhibition here too.
A short place marker of a post to note that we visited Greenfield Village and the Henry Ford Museum in the past couple of days. The Henry Ford story is a complex one. I’m still processing the impressions I took away from both places.
Notwithstanding the above, nearly 60 years ago, Rosa Parks rode in a bus in Montgomery, Alabama and made history. On this day I got to sit in that bus and soak up the spirit of her courage and the stand that she made that day.