Last night Tara and I went to the outdoor stage at the Fenimore Art Museum to see a production of Our Town. The stage is right on the edge of sparsely populated Otsego Lake. We sat up front in the stepped amphitheater so we could see our friend Mark who was perfectly suited for the role of the newspaper editor Mr. Webb. The rest of the cast was just as good.
It was perfect weather for a night out on the lake. By the last act, the almost-full moon was rising in the background.
The Husband and I went on Sunday to the Farmers' Museum to see Rachel Barton Pine, a classical violinist who also celebrates music by black composers. This excellent performance included a Bach piece, some dance pieces, a bit of bluegrass, a Scottish reel, even some hip hop inspiration. (I couldn't get a better pic without being obnoxious. But I did manage to catch the lady in the cool black-and-white daisy dress that Hub and I both liked.)
Next on the agenda is to get back to the Munson-Williams Proctor Museum in Utica to see the Louis Comfort Tiffany exhibit. And back to the Fenimore to see the Herb Ritts rock and roll photography show.
Everyone needs a good dose of culture now and then. It's good for the soul.
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