Lake Charles' Spring Art Walk

My regular readers know I love the arts community in Lake Charles. The artists here love to share their work with the general public. Never is this more true and evident than in the Spring and Fall Art Walks. Twice a year, downtown galleries, museums, and businesses that support the arts open their doors on a Friday evening for a giant arts-oriented open house. It’s a fun party atmosphere.  Several blocks of Ryan Street are closed to vehicle traffic for the festivities. Many of the establishments offer hors d’oeuvres and refreshing adult beverages.

 

One of my many favorite local artists is Imogene Dewey. Love her watercolors. You can see more of her work here.

 

 

 

I also love watercolorist Sue Zimmerman’s work. She was indoors at Old City Hall. It was very crowded there and she was talking to a bunch of people and I didn’t get a chance to say Hi or take any photos. Just as well – I always gush and embarrass myself. Check out her website here.

The Art Walks are also great opportunities for new artists to meet the public and showcase their wares. This is my sweet friend Mischelle Jasken. I love the way her shirt matches the glazes on her exquisite pottery.

 

 

Even the flowers and landscaping in Lake Charles are colorful works of art.

Planting Season Reminds me of Forest Hill, Louisiana

It's that time of year, spring and all, and I've been planting a fair amount of flowers and vegatables in the garden beds. I'm reminded of a fabulous trip I took to Forest Hill, La. a couple years ago. Please read about it here. Forest Hill is THE place to go for plants of all kinds.

A good friend gave me this sign for my birthday earlier this year. I do love paisley (sounds like an herb, huh), but I hope to grow more than that this year. See the spinach on the right side? I'm off to a good start. What are you growing in your garden?

 

Mustangs Stampede into Sulphur

I went to the Cajun Mustangers Car Show over in Sulphur yesterday. I enjoy looking at cool cars. On one hand, I don’t get terribly excited about cars. I don’t drive a fancy car. I subscribe to a utilitarian outlook regarding vehicles – they’re merely tools to get from point A to point B. As long as they are reliable and serve my purposes.

On the other hand, cars are in my blood. Some of my first childhood memories are of playing slot cars with my dad on a track that took up a good deal of space in our small apartment in Cleveland, OH. I squeezed that button on the hand controller as tightly as my little thumb could press. Sometimes he'd take me to some kind of place that had larger slots on bigger tracks. While other fathers took their kids to the playground, Dad and I watched NASCAR all Sunday afternoon. Chevy and Ford were likely two of my first words. As a toddler, I had a sweatshirt with car logos all over it and I could name every one. I’m certain it was a boy’s shirt, but Dad didn’t care. He flipped cars like IHOP flips pancakes. I’d no sooner get attached to one, he’d sell it. They have an old home movie of me crying when daddy sold the turquoise blue VW beetle. I can’t begin to guess how many different cars we had during my childhood. I doubt Dad knows.

Dad was always a Chevy guy, so I don’t recall any Mustangs in the garage. We were partial to ‘vettes. But my very first car was a 1976 cherry red Mustang (below). When I was in college and needed a car, Mom bought it for me from my grandmother for $1000.00 and a waterbed (hey, it was the early ‘80s). I loved that car, but that generation of cars wasn’t designed to last. Eventually, the constant maintenance forced me to buy something more reliable.

 

So anyway, back to Saturday’s car show . . .  our friend and sailing buddy Ralph Unglaube has been president of the Cajun Mustangers for 12 years (wow, huh!). He has two very cool Mustangs that he restored. “We are all about keeping these old vehicles alive and we love showing them to the younger generations,” he says. The club puts on this car show every year. Used be only Mustangs, but they’ve opened it up to other makes and models. The club donated part of the proceeds to the Wounded Warrior Program.

I liked this 1964 Mustang.

 

How about this 1928 truck? Looks like the mud on the wheels is from 1928, too.

 

My favorite car in the show was this 1971 Jaguar.

 

What’s your dream car?