Time was passing quickly.
It was already past 9 o’clock in the evening and we were still rappin’ with the Keebles about art, life… you name it.
Derek checked his watch and spoke up, but we were so… so inspired.  What a day in our lives!
We had met at 8am to beat the Philly rush hour heading south, and soon found ourselves in Adams Morgan to meet the Mason’s;  then – we were driven to the Renwick Gallery, then onto the Keebles, and finally… we found our way to a place of rest for the night; where – sight unseen, we had been kindly invited to stay at The Bresler Residence for the weekend.
* Indeed folks, my last four posts have all been about a single day in our lives… 6/11/2010. *
Arriving an hour late, we feared we might be insulting our host.
Fleur politely greeted us at the door and showed us around enough to figure out where we could sleep.  She then trusted us to find our way, wished us ‘good night’ and walked down the long hallway, toward her bedroom and promptly closed the french doors behind her.
Collectively, we looked at each other in an awkward moment of silence.
* There will be no pictures to commemorate this moment *
Not feeling so sure of ourselves anymore, we were (thankfully) distracted by our sudden surroundings.  Looking around, we found ourselves surrounded by what is, perhaps, the largest collection of wood art anywhere on the planet.  600+ pieces from an extensive collection – featuring artists that have created the worlds finest art made with wood.  Fleur Bresler’s unique collection is a definitive history of creativity, technique, imagination and skill.
Suffice to say for now:  There is a place – 17 floors above Washington D.C. and complimented by many other fine antiquities – that houses a collection which someday soon, may only be visible through the experience of a museum visit.
And there I was, inflating my air mattress to sleep amongst it all, waiting to see what tomorrow brings.