Janet and I had a lovely time yesterday at the Florence Griswold Museum, The Home of American Impressionism, in Old Lyme, Connecticut. We were there to see a delightful temporary outdoor exhibit. Following Miss Griswold’s favorite cats, Padjkins and Toto, we were led on a meandering tour of 43 whimsical fairy-tale-birdhouse creations. A couple of hours later and tuckered out, we were wondering why on earth cats like to take the longest possible route from one place to another.
#1. “Thump!” by Julie Solz & Steve Hansen, based on The Wizard of Oz. Follow the yellow brick road…
#4. “Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, Zzzzzzzz!” by Donna Carlson & Georgann Ritter, based on Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs. This scene seems to be part of a magnificent Cut Leaf European Beech tree…
#21. “Out on a Limb” by Brad Painter & Nora MacDonnell, based on The Swiss Family Robinson.
Although there are too many pictures (249!) to share here, I will try to add a few more of my favorites, in no predictable order, for a few more posts in the near future. Stay tuned!
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What an unusual place, looks great, something totally different. So much work has gone into the bird houses, every little detail, I love it. 🙂
Glad you’re enjoying them, Mags. 🙂 Hope I can get a few more up today…
Those birdhouse look really marvelous. Thanks for taking us along with you. From the pictures I like #4. Which was your favorite?
Oh dear, it’s so hard to choose, Rosie! Of this batch I’d probably choose #4, too, because the tree itself made it so special…
How marvelously charming!!
Thank you, Meg! 🙂
I love the Swiss Family Robinson. Wish I was three inches high, so I could explore!!! Jane
It would be fantastic place to do some exploring if we were three inches tall – as long as we were very careful not to fall off the limb! 🙂
Very whimsical! What a fun outing!
It was fun, Kathy! And apparently they do this every October so I’m looking forward to seeing what next year’s crop of artists will imagine and create.
I love these, particularly the little signs and things at the bottom of the tree.
There was a magical place my dad used to take me to when I was a child, full of trees with gnarled and twisty branches and try, as I might, I cannot find out where it was. But I know I had fantasies about those trees that would have fitted in beautifully with these. 🙂
I was wishing for a better camera with a close up lens, so the words on the little signs could be seen in the photos…
The place your dad used to take you sounds wonderful – trees, I’m learning, have a magical presence that stimulates the imagination and creativity. I hope you somehow find your gnarly trees one of these days, Val. 🙂