We were looking for a day out from Amsterdam. I flicked through the guide book and thought the Kroller-Muller Museum looked pretty good. It’s a museum set in the middle of a national park, which meant a day out in the country for me; and it has a sculpture garden for my sister to look at. She’s interested in the visual arts and I’m not much.
It’s a fine place, and walking round a sculpture garden with a map in your hand has the excitement of a treasure hunt. (Evolutionary biologists explain:- why is a treasure hunt great fun while looking for your keys or wallet a stressful business?)
Things like this are more fun to photograph than actually look at.
I prefer gardens and flowers.
Walking about this sculptural park you come across odd structures – ingenious but they do nothing for me.
I mean, what is the point of this?
Unclimbable steps. Did someone try climbing them and fall off, hence the "X" through the pedestrian on the sign?
Nice meadow flowers.
After walking round the garden we thought we may as well have a quick squint at the inside of the museum, and there were roomfuls of famous Van Goghs, as if a calendar had come to pieces and put itself into frames.