Sadly, Chica and I didn’t get our usual Monday morning walk in the park with the ladies this week. Once again, Mary and Lewis abandoned us at the vet’s. Just so they could sashay to Fort Worth. For an art exhibit, no less.
Granted, it was to see the work of a British artist considered to be the 20th century's preeminent portraitist. But Lucian Freud, a grandson of the great Sigmund, had a way of making everyone look unattractive, up to and including Queen Elizabeth.
For some reason, he was kinder to dogs. (This is a topic that needs to be explored, but perhaps no one but a dog would pursue it.) Thus in a creepy portrait of Freud's first wife, half nude with dark mole above her breast, an unusually white dog resting against her appears sleek and fine.
Except for copyright issues, I’d include an example of Freud’s work. Instead I’ll include a more pleasing image: a photo Mary took enroute to Fort Worth, in Marble Falls. There, at the Bluebonnet Café, mile-high melt-in-your-mouth meringue on pies attracts miles-long lines of customers melting in the outdoor heat while they wait to get at them. Wish we could've.
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