It was a beautiful spring day in Seattle, and the family ended a day spent mostly outside at the Olympic Sculpture Park in downtown Seattle, a very cool place. My favorite sculpture so far is Father and Son, two bronze statues in a fountain, where the water rises and falls slowly, hiding first one and then the other. My 17 year old was in town and we sat and watched the water, and he heard someone explaining the statue as being about the gulf between fathers and sons. He disagreed, saying the sculpture represented "the way when you are young you reach out to try and be older, and the the future is obscured. Then, when you are older you reach back to try and recapture youth, and that is out of reach as well." The wonders of art, indeed.