While visiting Bodega Bay recently we stayed on Salmon Creek. The tiny community hosted the Salmon Creek Art walk in part due to a large number of resident artists and secondly due to the sheer beauty of the area and its relationship in general to art. While baby and my Mom were napping I snuck away and visited a few of the art walk locations and have posted a few of the more “interesting” finds. A surprising number of people walked up and down the hills looking for the various locations and enjoying the architecture and landscape. I particularly enjoyed getting perspective in to the interior of some of these adorable and eclectic beach homes.
Here is the view out of our front window of Salmon Creek
Inside of a local artists’s studio who works with glass. I really enjoyed the rainbow color.
There were many of these throughout the artists’s house. I can’t decide if I like them or not. Slightly creepy looking in on us from the outside?
Broken faces in the sand.
Ceramics in the back yard.
Bodega Bay Fisherman’s Fest occurred recently in coastal Bodega Bay, California. The festival was a fun little stop while in town with my mother and son. There was something for everyone. The fest started with a blessing of the fleet, crafts, and tons of seafood. There were bounce houses, dog parades, and tide pools for the tots. The festival even boasted a contest for groups to build and navigate a wooden boat in only a few hours. Naturally the coast guard is on hand for anyone who sunk! Sadly naptime conflicted with timing so we didn’t get to enjoy watching all of the sailors compete in their handmade boats or go for a very cool swim when they failed. However, we were able to watch a coast guard rescue demonstration with divers in the ocean and a helicopter adeptly plucking people and dropping them to safety.
I love the idea of succulents in seashells. Say that three times fast.
They had a small tide pool for the tots to touch and experience.
Here are the carpentars turned sailors making their boats!
Shout out to “Bulldog Travels!”
Nothing like a bounce house to bring a smile to a young face.
Di Rosa Center for Contemporary Art is not your average stop in Napa. The art is serious and IT.IS.LARGE. The grounds are lovely. Wine is nowhere to be found (except for the vines on the property) which is welcome in a place where stopping at one winery about hits my max these days.
Di Rosa is highlighting the largest collection (over 100 pieces) of art by Viola Frey in one exhibition ever. Many many pieces were on display including her larger than life pieces in living 80’s color. Most of the pieces are ceramic ranging in size and purpose.
The exhibition space is spectacular. Be sure to come early since they close at 4 p.m. and one must be shuttled to the exhibition space. I was lucky visiting during the week as I was the only visitor and had the entire place to myself save one security guard.
Napa has some world class art happening which perhaps could be taken more seriously if everyone wasn’t so tipsy all the time. 😉
My favorite installation is below. Something about a swinging angel was entertaining and not expected. And what’s not cool about a random car hanging from a tree?
Below are the grounds and the main exhibition space with some pretty wild and colorful pieces.
Come enjoy Napa. There is something here for everyone. Cheers!
A lot of people go to Napa for the wine. Some come to shop or to visit the spas and places of healing. Many come for the outstanding world class food. I second all of those reasons. But this trip I came for the fresh air. I came for the antique stores and the art. (More of that later) Mostly I came to get some fresh air.
A life-size corkscrew must bring a smile to your face. And who doesn’t love a good tree lined drive? What about a converted gas station wine tasting room?
I also wanted to see the burn area from the recent and devastating fires. If you look close in a few of the photos you will see a lovely and charming country winery scene. But if you look close the hill behind the winery is the fire line and miles and miles behind it burned along with much of what was in its path. Many moons ago I presented my dissertation at the Mayacamas Ranch which sadly was lost in the fire. They vow to rebuild and I wish them luck because their place was spectacular. Its been a little while since the fire so green is growing but all of the trees are dead and much devastation still exists. And a lot of building…
An alert on my iPhone said it was burning. It’s just a building but I dropped what I was doing at work to look for additional details hoping it was just a small fire. How could a church made of so much stone burn? Surely it must not be bad? Text messages from a French friend and German friend start to come in. “Are you watching?” Disbelief and frantic searching for photos on my phone and in my computer to jog my memory as to how much of the facility was wood. People of Paris start to gather and the world watches. This church doesn’t only belong to the French. It belongs to the hearts of everyone who has visited, read about it, seen photos, or practiced it’s teachings. Hearts broke as the tower fell. Please don’t let it be terrorism. I couldn’t take that and was saddened that my mind even went there. All of the relics. The glass work. The lamps. The ORGAN. The woodwork. There would be no way to save the woodwork. Please please save the magnificent front doors. Later stories of heroism emerge along with stories of waste and politics like usual. And now it rains and it is in danger again. I look back at photos and remember the service I took there while last in Paris where I heard the unmistakable sound of the organ paired with Gregorian choir making a sound only the heavens could create. A beautiful noise. Now, I only hope it will be restored so I can take my son to see it some day and with any luck hear the original organ and view the original woodwork, flooring, etc. It has survived this many years and I am confident it will rise proudly again for the people of Paris, for the people of France, and for the rest of the world who it belongs to in spirit.