Hey, if we were young we would be out in kayaks or hiking Mt. Rainier. But we’re old and, um, truth be told, a little decrepit. But – we’re not dead. (yet). So we wanted to have some fun in Seattle and we found it times three
Nestled just next to the Space Needle is Chihuly Gardens and Glass. I wasn’t expecting to be wowed since just last summer we saw a great Chihuly exhibit at the New York Botanical Garden. But this was something special. I would fly to Seattle again just to walk through this visual feast. I think my favorite was the “Persian Ceiling” But the Glass House was also spectacular.
The Nordic Museum was a very “chill” surprise. It’s located in the Ballard neighborhood of Seattle, which attracted Nordic immigrants in the late 1800’s, when a whopping one third of the population of these countries emigrated. The museum’s design is a celebration of clean lines and the exhibits range from folky to whimsical to avant garde. Definitely worth an hour of your time. And I seriously now want a pair of reindeer slippers.
A bonus add-on is that you are just a few blocks away from the Hiram M. Chittenden Locks and fish ladder and the Carl S. English, Jr. Botanical Gardens. So fun to watch the boats large and small navigate through the locks, then wander over to see the salmon manage their own navigation through the fish ladder, which Chittenden thoughtfully designed concurrently with the locks between 1911-1916. Thanks a lox!
Later that day we slipped into the Seattle Art Museum just before closing time. It’s a manageable size with an interesting focus on Native American art, a few classical jewels (notably Childe Hassam, Albert Bierstadt) and a penchant for a little shock value here and there. All in all, a very satisfying almost hour before we were shooed out the door.
I gotta say, though, I’ve had some mouse-induced nightmares since that day. Entitled Mann and Maus by Katharina Fitsch, whose quote may explain a lot: “I am concerned with the point where you start to wonder about the existence of things.” A paean to phenomenology, perhaps?
Vermin visions aside, Seattle was great fun, even for oldsters like us. Art, coffee, food, flowers, sunshine and water, water everywhere. So much to love. I hope we’ll be back sometime soon.