The visual arts are not so much my strong suit - I lack the background to appreciate all the fine details, although I was definitely able to appreciate the Fibonacci sequence rendered in paint. I think I still have a bit of that grade school art class fear holding me back as well.

On the ferry ride back to the island, we sat down in a booth next to a young woman who was playing the cello. I've seen this particular woman before, and it's not unusual to have this happen on a non-commuter ferry run. I love live music (that's where my artistic side gets to express itself), so it made for a lovely ride home. I half joked to my wife that I'd happily ride the boat back and forth to Seattle a few times if someone would sit and play the cello while we rode. I grew up a violin weenie, so it wasn't until later in life that I really began to appreciate the cello. Unfortunately, my knowledge of the cello repertoire is limited, so hearing people strike up cello pieces that I haven't heard before is common and delightful. Combine the concert with the long days of summer in Seattle, and the art show, and you have a delightful evening.