Showing posts with label Museums. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Museums. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Utah in July

—guest post by Owen

I'm spending the month of July at a giant once-every-ten-years conference in Salt Lake City, my first time back in the United States since moving to the Netherlands almost two years ago.  There have been experiences in every quadrant of the pleasantness/familiarity square:
  • pleasantly familiar: choice in grocery stores!
  • unpleasantly familiar: terrible-looking asphalt roads.
  • unpleasantly unexpected: lack of shade on the University of Utah's wide-open campus. 
Not pictured: the sun beating down relentlessly on every living thing.
But nothing has been so unexpectedly pleasant as the scenery.  Having heard about the Great Salt Lake, I imagined the environment of Salt Lake City to be the geographical equivalent of hard-water stains in the sink.  But it is actually quite beautiful, as I hope this photograph-laden post will convince you.

At a high elevation, there's not much atmosphere protecting you from the sun's rays, so it's easy to burn in the overhead sunlight.  A thin atmosphere also means, however, that it gets quite cool in the morning and evening, so a lot of people at the conference took the opportunity to hike up into the mountains on whose foothills the university rests.  Here's what we saw on one such trip:

From up here you can make out the Great Salt Lake in the distance.
This is the view looking the other way along the mountain ridge.
This past Saturday, several of us rode the earliest possible public transit to get to the Mt. Olympus trail.  The trail is only 3½ miles long, but none of us realized exactly how steep it would be: in fact, Mt. Olympus is the mountain to the left of center in the picture above!  After a few hours, we decided we hadn't brought enough supplies to make it all the way up, so we turned back after taking a group picture at the height we did attain:


The walk back to the bus stop was long and hot in the midday sun, but stopping to rest gave me the chance to photograph this guy, who is about as long as my index finger:


I want to close by showing pictures from two of the local attractions: Red Butte Garden ("Butte" is pronounced like "beauty" without the "-y") and its next-door neighbor, the Natural History Museum of Utah.

Red Butte contains so many different types of gardens, the two times I went I didn't see anything twice.  There's an herb garden, a rose garden, a medicinal garden, a five-senses garden especially for kids... all with signage that succeeds at being simultaneously informative and discreet.  There are places to wander on trails and places to sit under boughs of wisteria.


Some of the plants blew me away with their beauty, like these Blue Glow Globe Thistles:


And these miniature delights of whose name someone will have to remind me:


Then there's the natural history museum: it's located in a really well thought-out space, with interactive exhibits dedicated to the history of the earth (and especially Utah), the flora and fauna that are native to the region, and the indigenous peoples whose culture is still alive today.

But the star exhibit is the collection of dinosaur fossils!  I have never seen so many complete skeletons arranged in such stirring poses.  Some even swayed with the subtle currents in the air.
The fossils suspended in plates of rock are also beautifully arranged:


Several exhibits tried to give you the flavor of what it would be like to participate in an archaeological dig.  Here's a photo of a room where you could try to match cards to the grid squares beneath you, as if mapping an excavation.


I leave to fly back to the Netherlands on Saturday.  I'm so glad to be getting back to the home that I love, but I didn't think there would be so much here to miss too.  Thanks for reading!

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Gold Leaf, Composers' homes, and Standing Room tickets: A Week in Vienna

Living in Europe is a bit of an odd thing. It's easy to picture the two of us running off every weekend to Paris, or some romantic getaway, but that's not actually how it goes. Owen works pretty hard, and I work pretty hard too, despite not having what people typically define as "work." So it's been a little embarrassing for people to ask, "you've been here for nine months now, where have you visited?" and to respond, "well... we went to England for Christmas, but we totally want to visit lots of places, sometime..." and have that be the lame end to the conversation. However, Owen had an opportunity through work to go to Austria to work with a colleague on a paper and it meant that we got to spend a week in Vienna.

Good Decisions
We drenched this trip in good decisions. We heard from a friend about AirBnB, a website on which people rent out their apartments or houses to travelers, which meant that Owen and I had a whole apartment (complete with a kitchen and laundry) for less than the prices of a reasonable hotel. Being able to cook for ourselves made traveling that much cheaper, and having a true home base enabled us to relax better in our downtime than otherwise. Taking only our backpacks (mine is quite small) meant that we were not burdened down with stuff, and we thanked our past-selves every day for packing light. I bought the Lonely Planet Guide to Vienna, and a German Phasebook before we left and both proved extremely helpful, both in planning the days events and in figuring out what to do when our plans went awry. We visited the museum on the history of the city at the beginning of the week to give us context for everything we would see, and went up the South Tower of the giant Stephanskirche at the end of the week to see views of everywhere we'd been. Other good life choices: procuring food for myself when I was hungry and using public transportation. When I was eighteen and traveling alone in Europe I thought I could subsist on gifted Nutragrain bars and Lipton's cup-a-soup while traveling everywhere in large cities on foot. I was young and poor, and while I find it difficult even now to argue with my reasoning, "Why spend money on food/transport when you could spend it on museums?" I am glad I now have more options.

Haydn's House
Composers' homes
Vienna's musical history is truly astounding. Haydn, Mozart, Salieri, Beethoven, Schubert, Brahms, the Strauss family, Brahms, Mahler, all spent incredibly important parts of their careers in music in this city. I visited the music museum and houses of Mozart and Haydn during the week, even though people laughed at me a bit for it. "What can you see at a composer's house?" I was asked a couple times. I think one of the reasons I love it so much is because we don't get to do this sort of thing so much in the US. Sure, we have some battlefields, and Boston has lots of "history" not much younger than Vienna, but it's not the same as the wealth of history in Europe. Maybe it doesn't matter if you go to the house where a composer lived. He lived in the whole city, right? so visiting any part of Vienna is like visiting his home, and while that's true, the best house-museums play on your imagination. They show you the personality of the composer, show you the letter Haydn wrote about his new piano and then show you the piano. They tell you he did his composing in the morning looking out at his garden, and there you are, on a May morning looking out at his reconstructed garden. If it's done right, you feel a little like you know the composer, like if the timing worked out right you might bump into him as he bustled upstairs to teach his newest student. It's a pretty special thing.

The atrium ceiling at the Kunsthistorisches Museum
Art Museums
The Upper Belvedere Palace is the museum
We went to one art museum together, the mammoth Kunsthistorisches Museum, which has an impressive collection of paintings from The Netherlands, many of which were painted in Leiden. How did they all get to Vienna? One by one, on boats and in carriages? It's kind of amazing to think about. The walls were just covered with paintings all the way up to the heavily decorated ceilings, not a single row at eye level like in most American museums. It's a little overwhelming, but also a lot of fun. Taking a course in Early Modern costume design (or, essentially Renaissance fashion) has given me a lot more to love in looking at old stuffy portraits. Later in the week I went to the Belvedere Museum, a startlingly excellent collection of artwork, much of it by Austrian artists I'd never heard of but loved. I also gained a new appreciation for gold leaf. The whole medieval gallery in this museum was full of gold leaf--you could even see into a corner room where someone was doing highly technical restoration work on a piece with gold leaf! The most famous painting in the museum is Klimt's work, The Kiss, which also has tons of gold leaf in it. There's something really exceptional about the way the gold leaf changes as you walk around it. It's a little like the dustjackets or covers of books where some of the cover is mat-finish but other parts, (maybe the text?) are glossy. You can't tell it from photographs, but in person it begs your eyes to keep looking at it. From all different directions. It also is unmistakably flat, right? All the detailed brushwork to give you an impression of depth to a painting but stick on some goldleaf and it breaks all illusion. It's a little jarring in Klimt's work sometimes, his careful, beautiful realistic body parts (faces, hands) emerging from flat quilts of patterns or flatter shining gold. I'm not usually much of a fan of glitzy shiny stuff, but Klimt's paintings are staggeringly beautiful.

Standing room tickets
If you visit Vienna, you will have no shortage of concert options. While we were there we got to see a free outdoor performance of the Wien Symphoniker, (not to be confused with the Vienna Philharmonic) celebrating the anniversary of the end of the Nazi regime. At every tourist-y area you will be accosted by the Mozart Men, people dressed as Mozart hassling tourists to come and see a mediocre concert performed in costume, usually of the Mozart's Greatest Hits variety, often with some Strauss maybe with ballroom dancers dancing to the Blue Danue Waltz! These concerts are entirely attended by tourists, and mostly American ones who don't know how to find the real concerts. I was determined to find an excellent performance for our free night, so after doing some careful research I got us tickets to a performance at the Vienna Volksopera, and although the nature of the performance was a little fuzzy, I had heard very good things about the "People's opera" and ballet so I figured it was a safe bet, even if I wasn't sure what it was. The title was "Dance Variations" and the performers included a string quartet so I thought it might be a ballet of sorts? Or possibly a short opera? When we arrived we discovered that our 3 euro tickets were for the standing room, a disappointment at the end of a long day walking and working. We still had no idea what the nature of the performance was going to be, there was no set, but there were three chairs with glasses of water, so perhaps some singing? None of the above. What we actually found ourselves attending was a staged reading of a series of letters interspersed with chamber music. The chamber music was magnificent, but the acting unfortunately was all in German. Owen caught enough to determine the plot of the story and a joke here or there, but I just sat it out and waited for the music. And I felt very foolish. I was so determined to make like a local, I got myself more than I could handle. But as much as I felt foolish, I was also grateful, because the usher kindly let us sit for the whole performance in some of the empty seats. I'm happy to laugh at myself, and eager to learn more to avoid future confusions.

To Sum Up
We had a wonderful time, saw lots of exciting things, and are full of recommendations if you ever feel like going to Vienna yourself. If you'd like to read my reviews of different places I wrote up a bunch on Trip Advisor. We are really glad to have this amazing opportunity, learned a lot, gained a lot of experience and had a wonderful time. Please tell us where else you think we should visit!









Monday, March 3, 2014

Leiden's Hortus Botanicus

—guest post by Owen

Last weekend, Clara and I went to see Leiden's Hortus Botanicus, the botanical gardens located in the heart of the city center.  We had tried to visit twice before, but only now had we dedicated enough of our Saturday to make a tour possible.

The Hortus Botanicus
Our museumkaarts got us in for free, and the ticketing area opened right into the first greenhouse.  We walked down an aisle, flanked by trees in square containers, to a metal spiral staircase that let us see above the foliage:


The catwalk at the roof of the greenhouse held the garden's "Gallery of Carnivorous Plants", and from there we descended through other exhibits back to the ground floor.




At the far end of the greenhouse was an exterior door.  It still being early spring in Leiden, there isn't a lot blooming outside excepting crocuses and snowdrops (of which, though, there are many), so visiting Hortus isn't yet on most people's radar, and there were no crowds to follow to the next point.  But after trying a couple locked doors (Hortus is also an active research facility), we found the second public greenhouse and entered.

I'd never seen a banana tree flowering.
The leaves of the banana tree are so huge!
These ginkgo leaves remind me of a Calder mobile.
This aquarium contains exotic underwater plants.
Adjoining this second greenhouse were several additional rooms of orchids, ferns, and carnivorous pitcher plants.




A large part of the botanical gardens are outside; we were impressed by the taxonomical organization of the plots, but they will probably be more spectacular after a few more weeks of warm weather.  But we still had fun roaming the grounds on this beautiful day:








Definitely worth another visit later this spring.  Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Pictures.

Most of the time we post about life in Leiden we tell in words. For Christmas we got a camera, a nice little one I can slip in my coat pocket and carry around with me, so the number of pictures I've taken has exploded. It's also shown me just how much I love it here. This post may take a while to load (I know it did here at the library with slow internet) but we hope you enjoy.

Owen with his new bike by the park right next to our new apartment
more of the park
Called the Plantsoen
What do the Dutch have with bread and butter?
Sprinkles.
I'm not kidding.
Here it is in English, in case you thought there was some mistake. 
Working on a 1000 piece puzzle is easier with overhead lighting 
But we've got that together now thanks to Praxis
Our Dutch is improving thanks to Dutch class
We got houseplants!
And a vacuum, or "stofzuiger," literally "stuff-sucker"
When we were in Amsterdam
We had a nice time

And the Rijksmuseum was beautiful 
inside and out
As they say in the Madeline books, 
"The best part of a voyage, by plane, by ship, or train
Is when the trip is over and you are home again."
Leiden feels both like home, and like a miracle.
As homes, perhaps, always are. 

Even on rainy days.



perhaps especially then.