Hot air, of the nicer variety

I took Garrett and my brand new digital camera to downtown Houston to see an exhibit of inflatable art (see previous entry for history of whimsy).

One installation evoked both sea anemone and trash bags. The long, dark arms absorbed the heat of the sun, causing the air inside to rise and the balloon to lift and wave as if moved by an invisible breeze. (And believe me, there was no breeze!) The accompanying description said it was a commentary on waste and the pollution of our oceans. Interestingly, Garrett made his very own hot air balloon last summer using the same heated-trash-bag method.


The Wicked Witch of the West was not well-received on her recent visit to Houston.


Garrett found the sailboat for which he has been yearning, while I meditated upon the sacred lotus.

Om!