The Norman Rockwell Museum, established in 1969, originally occupied the “Old Corner House” on Main Street in Stockbridge. Eventually the collection outgrew the house, and in 1993 the museum moved to its present location, just outside of town. It is the largest collection of Norman Rockwell’s work, containing more than 570 of his original paintings and drawings. Norman Rockwell moved his family to Stockbridge in 1953, where he lived until his death in 1978. In addition to the museum, Rockwell’s converted carriage house studio was also relocated to the museum grounds where it overlooks the Housatonic River Valley. Rockwell’s detailed, expressive, and often humorous depictions of American life are among the most recognizable works of art from a 20th century artist. His paintings and drawings regularly graced the covers of magazines, including The Saturday Evening Post, and Life. The museum is open daily, May through October, 10 – 4 weekdays and 10 – 5 weekends. Below: Norman Rockwell’s Studio, the Museum:
Monthly Archives: September 2011
No. This is not in a small town in Florida. It’s on the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia and North Carolina. But for this Floridian it’s always a thrill to see animals in the wild. So far, in the last two days, I’ve seen hundreds of turkeys, dozens of deer, three bears, and two coyotes. The coyote (or maybe it’s a feral dog?) below walked right up to within thirty feet of me.
As I write, I am watching the sun setting over a rural landscape, somewhere between Jacksonville, Florida and Jesup, Georgia, all sailing by at seventy-miles-per-hour. I have not traveled by train since I was twelve years old, but I won’t wait that long again. This is the way to travel. It is clean, quiet, smooth-riding, and exceedingly comfortable. My excellent grilled chicken with roasted red pepper sauce dinner was served at a table with a linen table cloth, real silver ware, and a vase with roses. Beats the heck out of some unidentifiable mush in a plastic box you might get on an airline. Actually there is no comparison to airline travel. While there’s no water slide or all-night buffet, perhaps a cruise ship would be a better comparison. The Amtrak Auto Train runs both directions between Sanford, Florida (just outside Orlando) and Lorton, Virginia (just outside Washington DC). You, and your automobile, board mid-afternoon, and arrive mid-morning the next day. I’ll check back in tomorrow to let you know how the rest of the ride went. Photo below of the upper-deck lounge car.
Next Morning Update: Did I say a cruise ship? Let me revise that—more like a very, very long RV, but one that doesn’t follow the interstate, and of course someone else drives. This morning I woke up in Richmond, Virginia. Last night my pull-out bed was sufficiently roomy and comfortable. My “bedroom”, with its (RV-sized) shower/toilet is cozy for one, but it would be quite snug for two. They’re serving breakfast in the dining car but it’s a bit early for me, so I’ll stay here and watch the scenery roll by. It’s foggy and drizzling outside, as we are passing through quaint Fredericksburg, Virginia, and I’m glad I’m riding instead of driving, at least until we arrive in Lorton.
At Clyde Butcher’s Big Cypress Gallery – Annual Labor Day Weekend Swamp Walk and Open House, this weekend, September 3 – 5. Large format/black and white photographer Clyde Butcher is considered by many (including me) to be the Ansel Adams of the Everglades.