For my first adventure in exploring Dallas, my mom, StepBob and I spent an afternoon at the Nasher Sculpture Garden. I knew that my friend Laura is a member, and always, in the back of my mind wondered why exactly one would want a membership to such a place. It’s not like the exhibits are constantly changing or there are dinosaurs or something (the main two reasons, in my book, for museums to exist). But now I understand.

It’s a piece of heaven in the middle of a bustling city. The art itself is really pretty impressive (Henry Moore, Matisse, Picasso, Miro - whom I capital-L-Love for being such a whimsical weirdo), but it’s further delight is that we’d been there over an hour before I heard even a whisper of traffic.

Anyway, here are some photos for your perusement (new word: perusal/amusement hybrid. Use it in a sentence today).

Sunday, May 4, 2008 | day trips