“The Christian Warrior” (St. Paul) Butler, Pike Stained Glass Studios 1921 Third Presbyterian Church Rochester, NY
Historic Brighton presented their annual “Leo Dodd Heritage Preservation Award” today to Valerie O’Hara of Pike Stained Glass Studios. My father, Leo, was the first president of Historic Brighton and my sister, Amy, is the current president and she presented the award at the Third Presbyterian Church, a site selected by the recipient as Valerie and her stained glass company did so much work here in the last century.
People all around us were checking the score of the Bills game. I was studying the six windows directly across from where we were sitting, a series that was given to the church in memory of five young parishioners who died in World War I. The six windows featured five saints, Saint George, Saint Michael the Archangel, Saint Paul, Saint Gabriel and Saint Martin de Tours. One is an angel and one an archangel, very handy in battle. Paul is depicted twice, once as a Christian Warrior wearing the armor of God and next to it he lays his armor down representing peace after battle. He holds a shield with an oak tree, the scales of justice, and the dove of peace along with the shields of the U.S. Army Engineering and Medical Department.
At the foot of each saint is one sixth of a quote from Timothy, “I have fought the good fight. I have finished the course. I have kept the faith.” Interestingly, each panel also includes insignias of the US allies in the great war, a wacky combination of religion, warfare and politics.
Peggi and Cynthia Howk from the Landmark Society exchanged emails this week on one of those rabbit hole digs. They were trying to track down where in our neighborhood the architect, Robert Brodie, once lived. Peggi found an article on Newspapers.com about a Mrs. Brodie taking children from Hillside Children’s Center on horseback rides from her house on Hoffman Road. A photo accompanied the story and Peggi was able to determine which house it was although the house was greatly altered by local artist, Sabra Richards. The percussion teacher at the Eastman School lives there now. Cynthia was arranging a tour of one of Brodie’s houses on Lake Road and she invited us to tag along.
The swing bridge is open at the mouth of the bay so we were there in minutes. The current owner is the son of the original owner and the mid-century modern home has thankfully not been altered, only improved. Cynthia pointed out the clearstory windows that run along the top of the house, a new architectural term for us. Some of the interesting features include a soundproofed telephone booth. A light goes on when you sit down and there is a hardwired intercom to the house next door for setting up carpools when both families included Kodak employees. The entire model home darkroom displayed in the Kodak exhibit building at the 1939-1940 World’s Fair in Flushing is installed in the basement. And a feature that you might have to be an electrician to appreciate. Each of the six single-bulb lights in the hallway were modified to accommodate two light bulbs wired in series, not parallel. So all but two or three of the twelve original bulbs, now 73 years old, are still in service.
The owner learned we play music and he showed us his Hammond B3 he had in the basement. He told us a story about the brakes on his mom’s Metropolitan going out as she came down the driveway. Rather than slam into the house she quickly decided to run the car into a nearby maple tree.
Lake Road house number two
Since we’re out this way we stopped in to visit my brother and on the way back we pulled over to admire this house along the lake. We got out to take a photo. The owner was out front and Peggi told her we were architectural buffs. She invited us in and we learned this house too designed by Robert Brodie. See Peggi’s Don Hershey website for more local mid-century showpieces.
When he was eight or nine our nephew asked his parents for a Roomba. He was fascinated with robotics. I’ll have to ask him if he has had the chance to ride in a Waymo yet. He works in Manhattan and that city is not quite ready. We are still getting over our Waymo experience in SF.
It felt like the Waymo car saw the four of us standing there. No need to flag it down. There was no one behind the wheel when we unlocked the doors with our app. It was exhilarating watching it stop at red lights, turn ever so carefully, even slow appropriately for the speed bumps. And when the thrill wears off you are free to play with your iPad, stare out the window, even space out if you like. I am so ready for self driving cars.
Because our neighbors were in Italy it was surprising to see their lawn being mowed mysteriously when we walked by last week. Funny thing, it had been pretty dry and the lawn did not really need mowing
We went down to our neighbors for the second half of the Women’s EURO Cup finals. They have air conditioning and get Fox Sports through their YouTube subscription. Spain was up one zero at the half but England scored and threw the match into overtime. No-one scored then so it went to a shootout and England won by a nose. Peggi put a bowl of ice cubes in front of fan tonight as she was boiling water for for our garlic scape pesto dinner. I can’t say it made much of a difference.
We brought the fan down to the basement and played some music. We recorded a few things on Peggi’s phone. We have done that quite a bit but we never go back to listen to them.
Last year toward the end of the summer we picked a couple of pawpaws from the cluster of trees on Log Cabin Road. We let the fruit soften up on our counter and spooned it out once it started to turn brown. It is delicious, commonly described as tasting like a blend of banana and mango. We saved the seeds from the fruit and cleaned them off. Then Peggi put the seeds in a small container of moist potting soil and put it in the back of our refrigerator. This is called “cold stratification.” In early May Peggi planted them one inch deep in a pot that sat in our window. Just a few days ago we spotted the spouts pushing the seeds out of the ground. We are watching a YouTube video now on how to plant.
Corrine Atias went to grade school here on the Barrington Street in the Park Avenue area. We picked up our programs for the annual Landmark Society House & Garden tour in the school and walked by the apartment on Dartmouth where we lived when we first moved here in the mid seventies. It is now a hideous green. Our first stop was a Claude Bragdon house on the corner of Dartmouth and Park. There was a beautiful painting of the original owners hanging in the stairwell. We were told the small portrait in the woman’s hand was of her first husband who died in a dual. Our favorite house on the tour was a Bungalow style house at 417 Westminster. A recessed, center entrance under a pergola opens to a light filled living room as wide as the large house. The house was featured in a book. The backyard garden with a weeping Atlas Cedar and waterfall was heavenly.
Since we don’t subscribe to Fox Sports we have to find a spot to watch the international final between Spain and Portugal tomorrow. We’re thinking maybe nearby Shamrock Jack’s or Sheffield if they are open at three in the afternoon. We watched Spain beat France 5-4 in Magpie on Park Avenue with Scott and guy named Bob who told us he watched a lot of Rugby. He didn’t have to tell us that. He looked exactly like a rugby player. We were the only ones in there except for the bartender and a guy we used to call “Mike Mohawk” back in the Scorgie’s days. Scott gave us a couple of his books. Peggi is anxious to dive into the one on Detroit.
City of Rochester aerial photo of Kodak and Genesee River
There was a Whole Earth like moment when the promise of the internet first became apparent. Creative types could have a website with an address on the World Wide Web. I’m not sure what happened. Peggi might know. She’s been reading “Careless People.” Maybe we were doomed to scroll endlessly.
My favorite Rochester website is Gonechester. We think of our city as always having been the way it is. Do you recognize anything in the photo above other than Kodak Office building? Our city is continually reshaping itself. Geoffrey Zeiner’s posts uncover the rich past of our city. My grandparents both worked at local shoe factories. This history shaped us.
A Heckel Pat. Turn Shank advertising paperweight.
The Gonechester site pulls together sources to tell stories about people and places that once were part of Rochester, NY, but now are no longer with us. Photographs, newspaper articles, and primary documents are all included to paint a picture of these lost locations, and the people who lived and worked in them. If deep diving on a well researched website with dreamy photos is not your thing Geoffrey is giving a talk, entitled ”A Walk Through a Disappeared Downtown,” at the Chili Public Library, Thursday, June 12th, at 6:30 PM. He has a video about the History of Rochester’s Main Street Bridge.
I took this photo last month as we flew east into Chicago. It is a nice compliment to the photo I took of our garden in my last post. It also makes a good abstract. We put a second row of arugula in and weeded the spot where we will put the tomato plants on Tuesday. Unusually late but it has been unusually cool. Our garden is in our neighbors’ yard. It used to be their tennis court when they were younger. They also have a fish pond that a heron found this spring. They suspected as much because the fish have all been clustered in the center under a few plants, afraid to come out. Their suspicions were confirmed when they came out to pick up the mail and saw the heron standing in their pond.
The end of Hoffman was especially alive with bird activity today. Our Merlin app identified Red-winged Blackbird, Song Sparrow, Northern Flicker, American Robin, Eastern Wood-Pewee, Gray Catbird, Tufted Titmouse, American Goldfinch, Yellow Warbler, Carolina Wren and a Tennessee Warbler in less than a minute. The neighbors who live in the last house told us they had a pileated woodpecker crash into their window. It shattered the first of a double pane glass, temporarily knocked itself out but got up and flew away.
Page 21 of “Underground Designers Handbook” by Leo Dodd 1968
It is not exactly logical, “Mystery is that which gives meaning,” but it does free the mind.
Somewhere in the mid-sixties the nine of us piled into the family station wagon and drove south to Mt. Savior Monastery in Elmira. I assume my father had made some sort of arrangement before we stopped in, I was just going along for the ride and probably would rather have stayed home with my friends. I remember the grounds, the barn, the small church and I remember meeting Brother David. My father was greatly influenced by this mystic monk. This glimpse of monastic life was certainly mysterious to me. On the way home we would stopped at Annis Dairy for ice cream.
In his “Underground Designers Handbook,”Leo Dodd says he attended a lecture series by Brother David and was exposed to “the beauty and clarity of his thought, how common religious terms like awareness, encounter and commitment, in David’s hands, took on a special arrangement with stunning impact. Without this exposure, to how these terms interplay with God, man and mystery this handbook would not exist.”
Brother David Steindl-Rast is a Benedictine monk, author, and interfaith scholar best known for his teachings on gratefulness. He was born in Austria in 1926. He was greatly influenced by Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki’s book, “The Training of the Zen Buddhist Monk,” and the two protested the Viet Nam war together. 98 years old now, he is still a prominent voice bridging contemplative Christian traditions with Buddhism. He has a Ted Talk.
My father was 41 in 1968 when he created his “Underground Designers Handbook.” My parents were unhappy with the conservative tenants of Catholicism and along with a former priest and a small group of like-minded liberals they went about forming their own church, not a physical building but a community. In the formative stages the group would meet at our house and conversation mixed with cigarette smoke wafted upstairs to our bedrooms.
Page 45 of “Underground Designers Handbook” by Leo Dodd 1968
Leo’s artwork, in colored pencils and ink, is a joy to look at. Trained as a mechanical engineer he worked as a design engineer for Eastman Kodak. He was able to reduce concepts to graphic symbols. And if it got complicated he would create a matrix. He used to to say he couldn’t talk without a pencil. I don’t think he could think without one. He retired early but continued working as a consultant. I was lucky to have been on jobs with Leo while creating slideshows for high-tech companies under insane deadlines. This was fun for him. The concepts expressed in his Underground Designers Handbook remain mysterious to me but mystery is that which gives meaning.
Front cover of “Underground Designers Handbook” by Leo Dodd 1968
Leo’s book is available here in the generic ePub format. On Mac the download should should open in your Books app. To read Apple Books (ePub format) on a PC, you’ll need to use a third-party reader compatible with the ePub format. Popular options include Adobe Digital Editions, Calibre, or FB Reader. You can also use Microsoft Edge.
There is a reason Ed Ruscha photographed Every Building on the Sunset Strip in 1966. It was already an iconic slice of California fantasy. Our Uber driver was just finishing his shift this morning as we spotted one attraction after the other. He told us “the billboards (mostly promoting shows we’ve never heard of) really pop at night.” He dropped us off at Ameba a half hour before they opened so we walked the star-studded sidewalks on Hollywood Boulevard and found a coffee shop next to yet another Scientology building. Kim Carnes’ “Betty Davis Eyes” was playing on the sound system.
Gene Autry has more than one star on the sidewalk. The store was mobbed by the time we got back there. Peggi and I found two boxes of used jazz 45s and each went through a box. I found it interesting that the smaller San Francisco store had about three times as many. The clerk, who had family in Rochester, told us they had a listening station up until Covid and they never brought it back so we bought a short stack on good faith.
Peggi’s sister made reservations at the Getty and we drove over there in the afternoon. We started with the Gustave Caillebotte show, mostly stunning, large Impressionist paintings of his friends with a few awkward clunkers. And then the three Rembrandt’s in the permanent collection that are seared in my memory from previous visits. I find it especially reassuring that Rembrandt is still laughing in this 1628 self-portrait. Only he has/had the ability to capture a human being for all time.
Alice Coltrane “Monument Eternal” at Hammer Museum Los Angeles
We only had three things on our LA to do list. “Monument Eternal” at Hammer Museum was at the top. The show is devoted to Alice Coltrane, who, imho, more than filled the shoes of her husband when he died so young. With four children, she mastered the harp and made some of the most beautiful music of the twentieth century.
A short documentary, made for National Education Television’s Black Journal, was my favorite part of the show. We get to hear Alice, in her own voice, describing how she chose to carry on after her John’s death, how John was a part of her and she, a part of him, both musically and spiritually. Case closed. She is a saint. I found the documentary on Criterion when got back.
Henri Matisse “Bas Relief” 1909 – 1930 in UCLA Sculpture Garden
We had lunch in dreamy Westwood, shopped at the open air market for fresh fruit, and then walked around UCLA’s sculpture garden which just about has one of everything (except Gaston LaChaise). I was struck by how the California light made Matisse’s four back sculptures look even better than they do in MOMA’s garden.
On the way back to Peggi’s sister’s we listened to “Alice Coltrane’s “Journey in Satchidananda” while Peggi made a movie of the neighborhood.
Atletico Madrid vs Alaves at Metropolitan in Madrid 2023
I took this photo at the Metropolitano in 2023. That’s Morata coming off. He doesn’t even play for Atletico now. Cholo, on the edge of the box in black, is still there though. And I think Atletico is still our favorite team. Barcelona has just been magical for the most part and it is hard to compete with that. They play dangerously with a high line, they start youngsters, and they thread the ball from the back with ease. They deserve to be in first place.
All three of our favorite teams have lost some big games recently and a funny thing has happened. We don’t mind rooting against any of them if their opponent is playing better. Celta Vigo‘s Borja Iglesias scored a hat trick against Barca! We were pulling for them but quickly changed sides when Barca came back. Las Palmas avoided relegation by defeating Atletico. Good for them! And Athletic Club held Real Madrid to a 0-0 draw until Federico Valverde scored in stoppage! It is like we are rooting for the game now.
We watch a match a day or so late on ESPN or Paramount and when we are all caught up I check the standings online and search for the upcoming matches so we can take them down in order and and not spoil a result. The three teams are (or were) all in La Liga, the Champions League and the Copa del Rey so I’ve been in the habit of searching for “upcoming matches Atletico Madrid,” “upcoming matches Real Madrid” and “upcoming matches Barcelona” to round them all up. It occurred to me that this task, which takes me about twenty minutes could easily be handled by AI.
At R and A’s place yesterday Rich did exactly that in his version of Chat GPT. He generated a chronological list of the upcoming matches of all three teams in all three leagues in seconds.
Rolanda JW Spencer work entitled “Mothers – Witches” at RIT City Space
John Gilmore stopped by on Friday afternoon. He snuck in while Peggi and I were playing the basement and he spooked Peggi when she came upstairs. We planned make seven First Friday stops and we got a late start. We ran into Boo Poulin and Joan Lyons twice so we knew we made the right choices. We had an opportunity to tell Joan how much we liked her piece in MoMA’s Robert Frank retrospective.
I particularly liked Rolanda Spencer’s earthy, sensual “yami Aje: Mothers + Witches” installation at RIT’s City Space.
Steve Piper Photo At Lumiere Photo show “Souvenirs, Visits to America’s Agricultural Fairs”
We hardly had enough time to study all the photos in Steve Piper’s “Souvenirs, Visits to America’s Agricultural Fairs” show at Lumiere. Later at Colleen Buzzard’s we saw Jon Gary leafing through a book of Steve’s photos from the show so purchasing a book sounds like the ticket. Steve’s photos are black and whites with the entire grey scale well represented. The ordinary situations are multi-layered. There’s humor in the melancholy.
Nicholas Kundrant tin type at Richard Margolis Studio
I love these tin type portraits that Nicholas Kundrant is showing at Richard Margolis’s Studio this month. The tiny gallery was packed on Friday night. Was every young person that Kundrant photographed there? This one was my favorite. Hard to tell what era the subject is from or when the image was made.
Tom Irish “The Midway” Artcraft Engraving Corp. Buffalo New York 1991
I have a stack of big pads in the basement filled with ads, newspaper and magazine pages, posters etc. from the late 80’s, early 90’s. I had to move them this afternoon to find way we no longer able t stream to our downstairs speakers. I came across a couple of large Tom Irish (real name – wow) postcards that drew me in. I don’t remember where I picked them up. I looked Tom up online and found he’s from Springville, New York. I had to look that up too – just south of Buffalo. He describes himself as a “visual artist whose style is outsider/folk art, and if you don’t like it, don’t look at it.” He was drafted on his 19th birthday to serve in Vietnam and he recorded his combat experience in a diary of sketches. I would love to see that. I may have to track him down.
“The Way These Painters Lived From his window across a courtyard, Frank could watch the painter Willem de Kooning as he paced in his studio and contemplated his canvas. “I think that the people that influenced me most were the abstractionist painters I met; and what influenced me strongly was the way these painters lived, Frank said of his time embedded in New York City’s vibrant arts community. They were people who really believed in what they did. So it reinforced my belief that you could really follow your intuition… You could photograph what you felt like.” – wall tag quote from Robert Frank MoMA exhibition 2024
When Robert Frank was still alive he worked with Gerhard Steidl to produce a series of dreamy photo books. All in the twenty dollar range, they are gorgeous beyond words. We have five but not “Park/Sleep.” I was looking at the Amazon listing for that one as we shopped for Duane and I came across these two customer reviews:
Verified Purchase “The book is about his life I guess and it IS ROBERT FRANK so I wonder why he thinks it’s important for us to see. If you are a photographer, as I am, you probably have similar pictures that you made. They will never be published because you are not HIM.” 2 people found this helpful
Verified Purchase “Just an intractable artist, not the Robert Frank from The Americans, the great photographer we all loved. I don’t like this explicit despair.” 3 people found this helpful
We saw the recent/fantastic Robert Frank shows at MoMA with Duane a few weeks ago and Peggi photographed a Steidl book in the bookstore that was about the making of these Steidl books. We ordered that one for Duane and we sent him this small sculpture (above.) Duane’s package to us was the catalog from the MoMA show. Peggi and I spent Christmas morning with it and it was real gift to see the show again.
My brother, Mark, and his wife, Amy, came up from New York for Christmas and Hanukkah and gave us a book they bought at the Jewish Museum for their current show, “Draw Them In Paint Them Out: Trenton Doyle Confronts Philip Guston.” My first thought was “No Contest” but we gave it a chance and fell in love with it. With essays by the artist and conversation with Art Spiegelman, Hancock’s paintings came to life. We plan to see the show in person when we visit New York in February.
Less than 1% of the white-tailed deer population has a genetic mutation that causes varying amounts of white hair in its coat. They’re called piebald deer and this one has settled down in our neighborhood. We brought what will probably be our last load of greens back from the garden. We did two plantings of Mache lettuce this year. The hardy plants grows close to the ground and I found it really tedious to pick until I realized I could just uproot the whole plant and break the tiny roots off at home before rinsing it. It is delicious and miraculously, it seems to be multiplying just as the ground freezes for winter.
Station 7 from “Passion Play” by Paul Dodd, 24″ x 30″ inkjet print 1998
So, Jim Callan has passed away and Rochester should by all rights have its first saint and someday our patron saint. Forget the miracles. The wonders of everyday life are enough.
That’s Jim, above on the right, dispensing Communion. The faces across the top are from the local Crimestoppers page. I got interested in them while working as a graphic artist for the Rochester Police Department. Jim welcomed all and set up special ministries to assist the needy. Mark, the sketch in the middle, was the only homeless guy I knew at the time. He was a dj on WRUR and would fill in for others. Rumor had it he fell asleep on air one night. As the note in the bottom says, I was baptized in this church but that was long before Jim took over. This image is my first draft for the seventh station of the cross. All fourteen were shown in the 1999 Finger Lakes Show.
The Spiritus Christi community rose from temporal Corpus Christi (body of Christ) . My parents had a second floor apartment around the corner on Alexander Street, a place so small, I have heard, that my crib was out in the hall. Jim Callan and my parents were part of an early group of breakaway Catholics that eventually became the Servant of God Community. In Jim Callan’s 2001 book, “Studentbaker Corporation” he tells the now familiar story of his early priesthood.
He was assigned to Saint Ambrose’ parish. They had just spent a fortune on new facilities and Jim had taken a vow of poverty. He refused the opulence and for his obstinance he was reassigned to Corpus Christi, a parish long past its glory days with a dwindling congregation. With ideals borrowed from Jesus he turned the place around with little regard to church orthodoxy. He shared communion with non Catholics, he welcomed gays and he allowed women to take their rightful place at the alter. A 1998 a New York Times article stated the Mass attendance went from 200 to 3,000 under Callan. He filled the pews and after twenty two years the church hierarchy, God’s Rottweiler himself, Cardinal Ratzinger, the future Pope Benedict XVI gave him the boot. They renamed their community, Spiritus Christi, and under the direction of Mary Braverman made it the largest breakaway Catholic group in the country.
Sonja Livingston, in her fabulous memoir, “Ghostbread,” writes lovingly about the role Father Jim played in her life. Other than taking his vow of poverty seriously, all Father Jim Callan had to do to get excommunicated was let women say mass, bless same sex marriages and welcome anyone to break bread (receive communion) in church. That’s like crossing the street.
August Sander “Aviator” 1928 George Eastman Museum
Photography is approximately 175 years old. About as old as George Eastman would be if he hadn’t taken his own life. The museum behind his home houses an amazing collection and the curators have some choice pieces on display now. Lee Frielander, August Sander, Aaron Siskind, Barbara Kruger, Lorna Simpson, Edward Weston, Henri Cartier-Brenson and Paul Strand are all represented. A Milton Rogovan tryptic of a Buffalo mother and son over a twenty year period stands out. Four 1915 mugshots from Fort Wayne, Indiana caught my eye. All were arrested for “loitering.”
You really shouldn’t have to read a wall tag to enjoy a photograph. And we couldn’t help but notice how brief August Sander’s tag was. “August Sander ‘Aviator’ 1928.” Exactly what you see. Can we have a whole show of his work?
Alison Rossiter “Exposed Paper” 2009 George Eastman Museum
My favorite photo was this abstract landscape by Alison Rossiter. The wall tag reads “Acme Kruxo, exact expiration date unknown, ca. 1940’s, processed in 2009.” Rossiter creates camera-less photographs on expired, vintage photo paper and this one is sensational.
Henry Wessel “House” 1973 George Eastman Museum
Henry Wessel took this one just for me. Point blank. An abstracted, in camera construction of flat forms. This one sings!
Larry Champoux, Pat Thomas and Dick Storms at Record Archive
I’m still trying to figure out what it was that held Thursday night’s cultural mash-up together. Pat Thomas was in town on a short book tour. I’m not even sure what the most recent book is. Either the “Material Wealth: Allen Ginsberg” or “Did It! From Yippie To Yuppie: Jerry Rubin.” Larry Champoux, a former director of Pyramid Art Center, Writers & Books and Action for a Better Community, skillfully directed traffic.
Dick Storms, the owner of Record Archive, told his San Francisco stories. He went out there in ’67 and found the scene already over. He sold copies of a bogus underground newspaper to tourists and kept the profits, enough for a banana and a pack of Pall Malls. Mark Weinstein was sitting next to us. Dick’s wife Lucinda took a fantastic photo of Dick and Mark. Lucinda posted it to her IG page.
A poet named Anderson who works with Black Box Theatre on Joseph Avenue, read five poems, one a response to Nina Simone. This may have had a connection to Pat’s book, “LISTEN, WHITEY!: The Sounds of Black Power.” Pat played a track from a record he reissued from 1968 that sounded every bit as fresh as the Last Poets – a band called Watt’s Prophets, all vocals with no instrumentation. Stream them when you get a chance! And buy one of Pat’s books!
Pat played drums with Absolute Grey back in the eighties. Their first lp was on Earring Records. His bandmate, Mitch, was in the audience with his two daughters. We all had dinner back at our place on Friday and had a great time.
Miracle Worker movie poster at George Eastman Museum
The George Eastman Museum has pretty cool show of movie posters, “Crashing Into The Sixties: Film Posters From The Collection.” A large portion of the posters were designed by the great Saul Bass. I don’t I’ve seen “the remember seeing “The Miracle Worker” since I was really young but the poster struck me as just as moving as the movie was back then. My favorites, not to say I think they would drive throngs to the theatre, were the Eastern European ones. “Reszta Jest Milczeniem” translates to “The Rest Is Silence,” Hamlet’s last words.
I left the show with the Brogues “1965 song “I Ain’t No Miracle Worker” stuck in my head. I only know that song by Rochester’s Chesterfield Kings.
Eastern European posters from “Crashing Into The Sixties: Film Posters From The Collection” at George Eastman MuseumLeave a comment
