We spent the afternoon at the Colorado Springs Fine Arts Center, since the third Tuesday of every month is a free day.
Some of these pictures are horrifically bad because of the lighting, but I had to show these enormous glass bowls.
Rhys was pretty underwhelmed in general, but marginally liked the clay figurines in the Latin American exhibit. I particularly liked the babywearing mama--the third away from Rhys.
Quinn really enjoyed the museum. Which was a welcome relief from his adolescent attitude in spades from the morning.
What boys don't like spiky balls?
And, of course, getting three boys to look in the same direction and smile, all the while with the sun shining in their eyes, is a special kind of torture. But it was still a good afternoon.