Got got up late, and jumped on the subway to Brooklyn.

We had a couple of stops that we wanted to hit while we were there.

First, The Brooklyn Museum.

Famed to be the largest Museum in the country, although I just don’t think that can be right.

Before we went through we stopped down in the cafe for Brunch.

Here I go again on anther weird east coast rant:

Where is all the yellow mustard?

It was no where to be seen!

All they had was brown mustard. From the hot dog cart our side of the MoMa, to the Soft pretzel guy at Pier 18 to this little eatery in Brooklyn-all they have is Golden’s Mustard, which is brown! It turns out yellow mustard is a west thing, or something.

This Museeum was very well organized with clear area’s and exhibits.

Like this guy, in American art.

Ok, I don’t think this picture does my new favorite painting justice:

Albert Bierstadt’s

“A Storm in the Rocky Mountains, Mt Rosalie”

After doing some research I found out it is a mountain in Colorado now called Mt. Evans. Bierstadt named it for the woman he would later marry.

I also read that he was not the first person to paint some of these landscapes, but he was the most famous. He was a German-American, who traveled all over the west during the 1800’s painting these landscapes.

The painting is as large as one of the walls in my apartment, and as you walk towards it it was as if you were there, in the Rocky Mountains, my home for the past 10 years. I FELT something as I “regarded” this painting. I will own a copy some day.

Another great piece of bike art.

It feels really American somehow.

Speaking of bike:

This room was really cool. It was a collection of art that was not cool enough to be displayed in an exhibit, bit you could look at it in a drawer.

This one was in there too, for some reason…Zac.

Karl likes TEXTURED art. He wanted to touch everything.

This felt like Provello.

Then we got to the Feminist Art exhibit.

This one is called Gathered.

The idea is that if that all the famous ladies in history sat together, what would their “flowers” look like, I guess.

Here is Emily Dixon’s Flower:

This exhibit made me think of Brandon, Leah and Tacos.

Then there was another really cool Avatar of Vishnu section too.

He is always blue.

Little Princess!

I wonder what his friends said.

Then we went into the Mummy Chamber.

Karl was really excited.

Some of the artifacts were so delicate you could only view them for small portions of time under a flap.

Monet:

After the Museum, we walked right over to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden.

A HUGE park.

Here is the Japanese Koi pond.

It was so wonderful.

So quiet and beautiful.

Next we found the Brooklyn Celebratory Walk, he found Carl Sagan.

GDB…he he.

We found a huge umbrella tree:

Looks like other people found it before too…

I don’t think that I have mentioned how terribly hot it was that day.

Then we found the green houses.

SWEAT!

There was a whole room of Bonsai trees.

Rain forest room… of solid water.

As we headed out, we passed the children’s garden.

The gate:

I love this picture of Karl.

The subway platform we found was outside, and it left one feeling like they were in some post apocalyptic world.

We passed over the Manhattan Bridge again.

We rented bikes again and found ourselves back in central park.

There were street performers.

Hard core begging for money, and jumping over people.

The bike I was on this time was TERRIBLE!

I was sad.

Us by the reservoir.

We turned in our bikes, and headed back into the back to the boat house to have a romantic row boat ride.

The Rules

The day was warm, but it was really beautiful.

Karl got in first, and took the ores.

It took no time at all to get to Bethesda fountain.

Karl started to talk to the girls sitting on the edge of the lake…

Boat house.

We saw a turtle warming himself on a log.

We floated under this tree.

The west side began to be just visible over the horizon.

Under another Bridge.

There were so many boats on the water,

Karl had sent the $12 bucks, he wanted to see every nook and cranny of the lake.

Even under this bridge, that went to nowhere.

It was dark and shallow under there. It felt like somewhere a New York Alligator would live. The ores pushed up black sludge…

I was really scared.

The algae in the water was Bright Green.

Still very beautiful.

Karl rowed us the whole time, an hour later the poor guy had blisters on both of his hands and a sweaty shirt to show for it.

We found the Tavern on the green, but it was closed for the day.

There were still a couple of food trucks out though. We ate a Pera, a Turkish place. We had hummis and peta with these really great french fries, just like in Albania with oregano on them.

We sat at that table on the far left and ate. We watched the people go by and people play in the “sheep’s pasture” right across the way.

It was still early, but we were both getting really tired.

We hopped on a bus,

At Columbus Square.

We went back to time square, bought a purse. We found these other little shops went shopping some more. We had heard that there were great places to eat in “the village” so we headed south to Greenwich Village. After dinner, we headed home, and went to Sleep.

Karl tells us about it: