Any vacation worth its salt centers at least partially around adventure-eating. The new Museum of the American Indian in WAshington, D.C. features a lunchroom like no other I’ve ever seen. Indian cuisine from various Indian cultures in the Americas, prepared native-style and fit for the table of any four star restaurant. I chose Northwest Coastal Indian fare (probably since my son is soon heading off for college in Vancouver, Canada) and feasted on smoky tasting cranberry baked beans and berries, asparagus/fiddlehead fern/roasted corn salad. Not enough time to sit and sketch so I collaged and painted and doodled a page to remember.

The Cinema Effect: Dreams (at the Hirshhorn Museum of Modern Art): -a rained out birthday party, -place your tongue inside and suck for rainforest raptures, -naked men wrestling and dangling, -the effect on me, “epileptic fits” followed by instability on my feet and eventual sleepiness.

Here, once again I’m struggling to briefly capture memories from this powerful installation, and I’m sure you had to be there, but it ranged from boring to uncomfortable and disorienting to fascinating.

A few moments to sketch a few of the gazillion tulips in bloom at this garden. And when they’re finished blooming they dig them all up and plant something else for the season!

This page and the previous one are a kind of memory map of the day. The lunch with old friends at Geppetto, the sketch of flowers I brought back for the dinner table (which were quickly consumed by the cats, Lillith and Magwitch!) when no one was looking. And then the dinner guests from Paris, along with a fascinating story from the Bible about Benjamin (my son’s name) I wanted to remember.

Next: More memory maps!