Surprise murals

I took my winter-grimed car to a do-it-yourself car wash recently and when I finished I drove through to a set of murals on the back of Sequim’s Museum and Art Center. I’ve been in the front door but not the back. Here was a mural titled “Nicole Brownfield Rowland,” a woman I assume is from one of our pioneer families.

Bob Matriotti and Herb Lehman are named in this mural.

And here are two unnamed folks I’m calling The Apple People. I didn’t check carefully but it doesn’t look like these murals are signed.

The Sequim Museum and Art Center is scheduled to move this summer into a new building currently under construction on North Sequim Road. I don’t know if these murals on their current Cedar Street building will move, too.

Human flight

A while back we looked out the window to see someone flying back and forth at a distance.

Do you see the speck towards the middle of this shot? He or she was way up there. And probably had a spectacular view.

It would be nice to fly like a bird. But until I grow a pair of suitable wings I’m not sure this is how I’d care to take flight.

Rhythm of the Dance

I was treated to a performance by the National Dance Company of Ireland on Sunday. In addition to a fabulous four day festival in May, our Juan de Fuca Foundation offers a season of concerts, music, dance, and performance. A friend had a spare ticket and I got lucky. A front row seat to Irish dancing.

It was a blur of high energy step dancing accompanied by lively music. Check their website here for a video and more information about the company. They have traveled the world and are touring the U.S. over the next month with a schedule that looks exhausting.

Salvation!

Bless his heart, a neighbor volunteered to clear our driveway for us Sunday. Until Rob came by, the snow was deep and treacherous. Good neighbors are worth their weight in gold.

We took a trip into town. The surroundings were gorgeous. The highway was clear. Local roads? Not so nice. Sanded slush and more slush. Packed snow and melt. And I’m sure there’s more ice by now.

We picked up provisions we hadn’t gotten before the storms started. And now we’ll stay in until the weather people stop repeating “snow likely,” “snow showers,” and “chance of snow.”