Sunset: Monday night in the park

 

Baseball in the Park

During the season we often hear the sounds of baseball being played in the park across the street. The sound of the bat hitting the ball and the cheers that follow are nice background noises. Sunday both the softball and hardball fields were in use.

An older men's league played on the hardball field. Since many of the players appeared to be about as old as I am, I spent a bit of time watching and trying to determine how much practice I'd have to put in to play. I thought the pitching was slow enough for me to hit, but maybe I'm kidding myself. Certainly, I'd have to work on my throwing since I could damage my arm if I tried to throw as a ballplayer without gradually working up to it. It's all theoretical since I really don't plan to try.

Two Hispanic teams competed on the softball field. They were both younger and better than the older guys. The game was also much noisier since the teams brought along their own fans to root for them.

Baseball game with Bill's Uncle Joe

Attended an Oriole's game Wednesday with friends Stan, Gus, Bill, Bill's Uncle Joe, and Bill's cousin Jackie. The last three named are Boston Red Sox fans, so they were pleased with their 5-1 win.

Uncle Joe is 93 and physically slow but mentally sharp. I've attended sporting events with him before and enjoy our conversations.

A Day of DC Art Galleries

Pam and I took the subway into town where we visited four different art museums today. The first stop was the Renwick Gallery which was showing an exhibit titled "The Art of Burning Man".

Many of the pieces were interactive and in the temple shown below visitors are encouraged to write messages on pieces of wood that will be incorporated into the exhibit:

These two are also from the same exhibit:

 

 

From there we walked to the Mall to the Freer and Sackler Galleries. Since we were playing tourists today, I took a picture of this DC landmark while we crossed the Mall:

 

 

In the Sackler Gallery the exhibit of colorful fabrics some Central Asia called Ikats caught my attention. In this display, some are hundreds of years old and others are modern garments inspired by Ikats:

 

 

Our last stop was the Museum of African Art which had many interesting items, but of the pictures I took I liked this one of the stairway best:

 

 

A wet, hot late Spring

When it's not raining the air is so humid that it seems like it is.

The pond about ten days ago:

The pond yesterday:

Both photos are characteristic of how it normally looks in July.