Art, memory, life and death. Snap.

Here is an art centre made for curiosity. Here are tourists walking around the grounds. Here is crowd attending a memorial in the Great Hall. Here is remembrance.

Here comes music. Classical, beautiful. Blue skies. Warm, calm day. Here is memory.

Here is a peacock gazing at itself in the reflection of an electric blue ute, under the shade of the towering pine trees. Here comes trouble. Woof. Peacock flies then rests, perched atop the Great Hall of Montsalvat. Here I am on the hill with family, grabbing my iPhone and wishing I had a real camera instead.

Squaaaaaawk

Here is my  Day 18 entry for NaBloPoMo on the September theme of Art.