We have spent a wonderful weekend with family and have fabulous things to tell.
Anna Lee’s cousin Barbara has always found great things to do when we visit her in Philadelphia. This time she and Bob put the bar in orbit in, of all places, New Jersey. We went to Grounds for Sculpture, the vision of Steve Johnson, heir to the Johnson and Johnson fortune. Cheryl and Dave came up from DC to meet us there. We all had the most delightful seven hours imaginable.
That thesaurus I have been using is useless to describe this former fair ground now garden filled with hundreds of sculptures. Steve Johnson seems particularly found of creating life-size, full color installations of impressionist paintings. These are set along the lake shore, nestled in woods, and perched on wooden landings. Co-mingled with them are pieces by artists from throughout the world. Turning away from one piece the eye catches another around the corner or behind a bush. Photographs are cheap imitations of what the eye sees and what the mind enjoys.
To top off the art experience, we had a scrumptious dinner finished with a creme brulee for Cheryl and Dave’s sixth anniversary. We then returned to the garden where just the six of us sought those pieces that were lit in the evening.
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