At last we are out and about on foot, with Canyon Road and its art galleries as our destination.
It is a perfect day to be outside. However, there are all these enticing galleries. . . we really don’t even get started before finding ourselves in the Karen Melfi gallery. They are beginning to close up for the day, but kindly wait while I pursue the cases filled with lovely, lovely baubles.
I select a charming bracelet and soon enough am back out in the slanting sunlight.
The air is alive with the movement and song of the wind as it moves through sculptures of various sizes. We both want these for our own yards – I’m partial to Ross Barrable’s wind harps (the sound of which is magical), while Susan covets the graceful sculptures of Lyman Whitaker.
We head into the Wiford Gallery to see if there is any way we can afford any of these wonderful things and find they are too expensive for a spur-of-the-moment decision, but aren’t completely beyond our means. But other treasures await inside, including the amazing woodcarving of David Nittmann.
Too bad Lane isn’t here to see all of this!
We hate to leave such an enchanted spot, but the street beyond beckons. Time to move along.
Canyon Road is an curious mix of Santa Fe-style architecture liberally sprinkled with sculpture of all types.