Good times in Lexington, Kentuckyon August 6, 2017 at 0644
WARNING: the following seems to contain only pictures of Amelia. That was not my intention when I started, but that seems to be how it turned out. We did take pictures of other things, I swear.
Follow the Kafka-Sebesta family as we finish the journey in high speed and fine style. Beginning in:
New York City! We took a day trip to the City to show Amelia punk life; here you see her hanging out on the floor of C-Squat.
My grandma and Amelia and Rocky.
Then down to Kentucky for exactly thirty-six hours:
More photos to come of this occasion.
And then, Kansas!
We stopped by Mushroom Rock on the way out of town:
I think I may have figured out the geology of Mushroom Rock. These were maybe giant pebbles — big enough that only the deepest and strongest ocean currents could move them, but maybe in this area of Future Mushroom Rock there were strong enough currents to tumble them around. Then the ocean went away, they washed up there, and the ground eroded under them. Maybe? I dunno.
A very intense painting at the art museum in Kentucky.
My father and I went for a hike in the Red River Gorge.
Grandmother and Amelia, sitting on the back patio waiting for the moon to rise.
The High Bridge at night. I got really lost in Kentucky trying to drive to Kroger’s and ended up here, at the highest cantilevered bridge over a navigable stream IN THE ENTIRE UNITED STATES. It was built by the same guy who built the Brooklyn Bridge, but he did a better job, because he didn’t die working on this one.
Kafka and crow communicate.
This painting is only interesting because it is an inferior reimagining of a painting at the Ringling Museum. As you can see, the perspective is really off in a bunch of places.
This painting was sort of amazing. The guy painted exactly the parts that you saw here and left the rest completely undone. It’s a picture of “The Expulsion of Hagar,” a rather depressing scene in the Bible, and my theory is that it reminded this artist of his childhood.
Sierra White, my sister Alix, and my brother in law Paul.
Amelia looks upon Kentucky, wonders how it would taste.
Eating brunch at Willie’s with Ed, Marshall, Cara, and their respective families.
Cara and Amelia. Amelia sat on a lot of laps in this journey.
Amelia really, really loves music.
Four generations. Mary Sebesta, Mary Davidson, Kathy Sebesta, Gewel Kafka-Sebesta, and Amelia Katherine-Esther Kafka-Sebesta.
So many Sebesta!
Amelia meets her great-grandmother Mary Davidson.
Same nose, four generations apart.
Showin’ Amelia how to play in a proper yard.
The mysteries of the piano.
bathin’ in a sink.
Sarah Berry has a particular gift for playing with babies. The rest of these pictures are from the dinner party.
One of Mia’s friends (I’m sorry, I forgot your name!) at Ringling. We were trying to do one of those photo trickery things but were undone when we realized wings come out the back, not the front.
They knew how to paint lemons in those days.
The Florida family!
Amelia meets her great-grandmother Mary Sebesta.
Mom and Amelia get along real good.
My dad and my daughter.
Amelia meets the bluegrass.
Amelia sleeping on the floor in Sarasota.
Amelia and me.
Amelia meets her uncle Charles.
Charles and Gewel and Amelia and I go to visit Gewel’s aunt Tomara and her boyfriend Mike.
Charles and the baby like each other.
Rock star Mom.
Amelia meets her grandma.
A painting I found amusing at the Ringling Museum. I bet if you knew who those two guys on either side of the banner were this would be a very witty commentary.
Fascinating image, all the more so when you know some history of John Ringling. I really like the reflected EXIT sign, the artist should have included that.