1 June 2007: Gallery Walk must have inspired me

On the first Friday of every month, there is a Gallery Walk from 5:30 to 8 or so in Brattleboro.  The Brattleboro Museum and Art Center (BMAC) and the Vermont Center for Photography are open, as are numerous  galleries and studios, and restaurants and other businesses have installed new shows.  The evening brings out good sized crowds as well as street musicians.

In front of BMAC, there was installed a project designed by a Newfane artist who enlisted area folk to paint American flags in honor of each of the US servicemen and women killed in the Iraq war.  Originally laid out on the common, the work was reinstalled at BMAC, but the site wouldn't support all of the flags and so some were hung around the railings where the Whetstone Brook crosses under Main Street.

There had been two short but violent rainstorms in the late afternoon, strong enough to knock out power for about a half hour on Main Street, and so a fog had settled above the valley.  As I was heading home, with a stop at the grocery store for odds and ends, I was struck by the moody conditions at the marina on Putney Road where the West River flows into the Connecticut.  Inspired, I took these shots:

On the first Friday of every month, there is a Gallery Walk from 5:30 to 8 or so in Brattleboro.  The Brattleboro Museum and Art Center (BMAC) and the Vermont Center for Photography are open, as are numerous  galleries and studios, and restaurants and other businesses have installed new shows.  The evening brings out good sized crowds as well as street musicians.

In front of BMAC, there was installed a project designed by a Newfane artist who enlisted area folk to paint American flags in honor of each of the US servicemen and women killed in the Iraq war.  Originally laid out on the common, the work was reinstalled at BMAC, but the site wouldn't support all of the flags and so some were hung around the railings where the Whetstone Brook crosses under Main Street.

There had been two short but violent rainstorms in the late afternoon, strong enough to knock out power for about a half hour on Main Street, and so a fog had settled above the valley.  As I was heading home, with a stop at the grocery store for odds and ends, I was struck by the moody conditions at the marina on Putney Road where the West River flows into the Connecticut.  Inspired, I took these shots:

And, from the other side of Putney Road, the railroad bridge, just as the West flows into the Connecticut.