Unfortunately, the grandparents were not able to attend, but we had a good time. It has been rainy the last several days, and we were expecting wind as well, so we left in plenty of time, and got there with about 50 minutes to wait. So we read in the car for a while before going in to the old Seattle Town Hall.  A lovely building with a feeling like a church.
Here are the menfolk waiting for the ceremony to begin:
And one of each of the award recipients:
And up on stage… with apologies for the bad picture quality, the flash couldn’t quite reach far enough:
 
The older one received his award for demonstrating the quality of “respect” and the younger for “caring.” I’d say the camp counselors divined their personalities really well.
 On the way out, I couldn’t resist getting an “establishing shot” that really captures the mood. Want to have fun, make friends, learn a lot? Go to Y camp!
But the day wasn’t over yet! It was just lunchtime, and we were only a few blocks away from http://www.fryemuseum.org/ which has a small cafe. We were pleasantly surprised to learn that the artist Trimpin, who had installed his wonderful “ConloninPurple” at the Tacoma Art Museum had also installed “Klompen” at the Frye Museum. Very different types of music from sound to mechanisms, very very cool! And then we spent over an hour looking at and enjoying the primary exhibit, “Spectatorship and Desire: Love.”
Following this, we made our way south to the Tacoma Art Museum to share Trimpin’s other installation, the marvelous tapete (which will disappear tomorrow) and the Eric Carle exhibit with Tom. It was his first time to visit both museums, and he enjoyed them as much as we did! Second time through and I still want to go back. An exhibit we hadn’t seen last time was “Symphonic Poem” by Aminah Brenda Lynn Robinson. Wow. It is amazing and powerful — sad in places but demonstating very strong family and cultural ties. She does a lot of fiber art — quilts and such, and incorporates sewing and many items, collage-like, in the numerous books on display.Â
Leaving the museum, there was a river flowing down the driveway to the parking lot! The van swam easily upstream for several blocks… and we made our way to the Trader Joe’s in University Place — which is not the same as Lakewood, I discovered. But still sort of on the way. A few provisions later, and a quick drive to home.
What a beautiful afternoon.
And more rain predicted on the morrow…