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A Case of the Human Condition: Walking the Walker in Minneapolis

October 9, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

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The view from the car.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

After the Religion Newswriters Conference in Minneapolis in September, I took time out to visit our son Peter. Together we took a walk around the Walker Art Center. Here’s what we saw.

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The view from the sidewalk.

 

 

 

 

 

Looking for the entrance
Looking for the entrance
Inside the Walker Art Center
We find it: We're inside the Walker Art Center, looking for the modern art. We saw some -- but no photos allowed. Actually, the building was the most impressive work of art we saw that day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We're not kidding. This wallpaper was on a wall next to the Art Center elevators.
We're not kidding. This wallpaper was on a wall next to the Art Center elevators.
A stop in the museum cafe to rest our feet.
A stop in the cafe to rest our feet.
Looking for the garage.
Looking for the garage. We think it's under this massive lawn. Photos 2009 B.F. Newhall

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