As you wait for my computer to be fixed, please enjoy old posts that I never blogged about art in Minneapolis...
The train bridge over head, the Mississippi below, Willa on David's shoulders, me taking deep breaths. I don't like cliffs. Heights are fine, until you get to a cliff.
The "art" we found. It was unexpected which made it even better.
Vibrant colors, bold lines, we'll take art wherever it is.
Other beautiful sights along the walk.