Back to the Van Gogh's... another of Van Gogh's peculiar attempts at a pastoral landscape. Korenschelven in de Provence, Wheat stacks in Provence 1888.

The picture came out blurry, but the painting is nifty enough that I'm including it anyway. Landweg in de Provence bij nacht, Country road in Provence by night 1890.

Caféterras bij nacht (Place du Forum) 1888.

By this point my camera was starting to run out of memory, so I didn't get the name plate for this one. The Kröller-Müller museum kindly has 87 of Van Gogh's works up on their website, but this one isn't one of them.

Boomstammen in het gras 1889.

Korenveld met maaier en zon 1889.

Dennenbomen bij zonsondergang 1889. Pine trees at sunset

Het ravijn (Les Peiroulets) 1889.

Why is this one not as famous as the Van Goghs? Eric asks. This is Liggend naakt (Lying nude) by Leo Gestel.

Perhaps because his paint doesn't stand up enough. The impressionist use of color is quite beautiful on its own though.

Another strange mushroom? No, we're still in the art museum, just outside in the sculpture park. No artist or title for this one either.

A view across the sculpture garden.

Eric standing by one of the pieces. Yes, it is rusty.

One of the more experiential pieces in the park.

By this time we were both ready for lunch. Notice anything odd about this photo? If you look carefully, you will notice the edge of the trail coinciding with the upper branches of some trees. Yes, it's an actual hill! A reasonably steep one too! We think this hill was formed by blowing sand, which was stopped by some trees, whose roots have since held the hill in place, and whose falling leaves are slowly converting it to dirt rather than sand.

This, of course, is a mushroom. It is one of several possible species of tiny, pinkish-red Russulas. It might even be Russula pulchella, which would make it edible, but it is most likely a pinkish varient of Russula fragilis, of uncertain edibility and likely to remain that way.

A while ago, I found some weeds in my flower pot. I wasn't sure what they were, so I decided out of curiousity to just let them grow. Imagine my surprise when one day I found the weeds had turned into these! There were several colors too.

Pansy and pepper.

What you get when you take Eric to the store hungry: thousand year old eggs. They taste remarkably like ordinary hard-cooked eggs, actually.