A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this weekly challenge. I am cheating somewhat. The poem is the requisite 42 words. However, below said poem and photos, I share more of my day spent with my friend, Cathy. Those who chose to read only the prompt, that’s totally cool. Anyone who wants to go beyond, well, you are more than welcome to do so!
Walking through the Imagine Monet Immersive Experience
completely pulled into the beautiful paintings
projected against the walls, screens, floors
Beautiful images created by simple and random brushstrokes
completely flummox me
How? How are a blob, a dot, a flourish
now a flower?
Cathy and I had gone to see the Van Gogh Immersive experience in December 2019. When she suggested we go see the Monet one, I was in. We were originally supposed to go in January but felt it would be best to put it off for a bit. So Saturday was the day. A beautiful blue-skied chilly day. I picked her up around 9:30 and we made our way over to the venue. Lucky for us, we found parking on a side street, as the cost for parking on site was $15 and, to be honest, A little steep for an hour or so.
We were early so it was far from crowded (though I suspect, with the situation, they had vastly reduced the quantity of people allowed inside at the same time. It was so beautiful. We stayed long enough to see the rotation twice. I am frankly in awe of these painters.
It was wonderful to see young children being exposed to the arts this way. It’s a perfect introduction. Dragging a kid into a museum and hoping they don’t get bored within 15 minutes is wishful thinking. With these big images, they remained in awe for longer and were free to run around without disturbing.
It was past 11:30 so we decided to walk towards the Burgundy Lion for a nice lunch and pint. Of course, the last time, I had turned in the wrong direction so this time I asked Cathy if she remembered which way to go, left or right? She said right. Her last name might be Wright but she was not! It gave us an occasion to get a few more steps in by turning around. The air was crisp and we were glad to be well dressed for it.
After our walk, we were very glad to get to the Burgundy Lion. We each ordered a pint of Murphy’s Irish Stout and were advised that even though it was noon we could only order from the brunch menu. Frankly, the options were wonderful. I decided to have the Main and Hash (poached egg, smoked meat, potato mish mash and Hollandaise) and Cathy, the Arnold’s Scottish Benedict (eggs Benedict on Smoked Salmon with potatoes). Seems weird to have a beer with breakfast, doesn’t it?
It was so nice to get out and enjoy an activity with someone and to have a meal in a restaurant. It’s been so long! As if this wasn’t enough, Cathy gave me a lovely notebook. (Thank you again!) She was hoping to find a Monet one but had to settle for Van Gogh (which all works out since we actually had seen that one too!)