Blogging seems an odd concept to me. I wonder why anyone would care what I think or have to say, so, please hang in there with me. Yesterday we went to the National Gallery of Art and to the modern art section. I spent most of the time with my head tilted to the side going 'huh' trying to figure out why it was cosidered art. I'm still too much of a bumbkin about such things. It did get me thinking about the world of the 1910's and 1920's when so much of today's modern art was born. You could see the changes happening in the artwork, the vibrancy and rebellion. There was so much in flux. It got me thinking about the new story and hoping I can capture some of that sense of energy in my story...