Hot Chili Peppers in the Blistering Sun

Well, okay, it's more like hot chili peppers in the kitchen, but aren't they gorgeous? Another picture from Saturday night over at Amy's house.

I would like to make a museum recommendation. I visited the Frick Collection (in New York) for the first time yesterday, and I enjoyed it more than I can remember enjoying a museum in years. The collection is primarily European art (only two American painters in the whole bunch), and includes sculptures and furniture as well as paintings. The building itself was built as a home, but also as a showplace for art, and every room seems perfectly appointed to display its considerable treasures. I particularly loved the Fragonard Room. But there were so many beautiful paintings throughout the place that it's hard to choose favorites.

As I mentioned earlier, I went to Manhattan yesterday. I've decided to post some of my impressions of it, along with some pictures I took. I should say, though, that I'm really focusing on what I saw, rather than what I felt. It is too much to process all at once. And I am getting somewhat weary of writing about the feelings, too. So with all of those caveats, if you would like to read the journal entry, it's here: New York City.

All right. That's enough for now. And it's time for bed.