After a quick walk around parts of the Buffalo Bill Center of the West grounds with Kory, we stashed her safely back in the vehicle and (after kissing her on the forehead) headed towards the front doors.
LC and I are always excited to visit the museum, and at this time of year we had the entire facility almost completely to ourselves.
The occasional art lover.
The occasional elderly staff person.
But mostly just us.
BBCW is open seven days a week during the summer months, and at that time of year the place is a non-stop beehive of people, noise and activity.
Tour groups, campers and endless vehicles in the parking lot.
People walking the grounds, people filling the museums, people milling around everywhere you look - chatting loudly, taking selfies, drinking yuppie coffee drinks, talking in different languages on their phones.
Large numbers of staff and continual staff presentations both inside and outside.
All during the summer.
But the winter?
The center is open four days a week with abbreviated hours, the parking lot is almost empty, the inside is almost empty, and you almost feel compelled to whisper as you take in all of the exhibits because it is such a quiet place.
On this cold winter day we headed directly for the art museum.
It is an expansive space filled with art dedicated to stories about the west.
Art that is serious, that is whimsical, that is two and three dimensional, that is both historical and contemporary.
In places throughout the art museum the light was not good and too many of my pictures did not turn out.
But many did.
And we will be back there again soon.
These pictures tell (part of) the story of our art museum visit....................
A picture is a poem without words................Horace