| When Coldwell said we were going to see four huge, motionless heads out in South Dakota, I was pretty excited because I thought we’d have a lot in common. Imagine how much more surprised I was when I realized he was talking about Mount Rushmore. We’re works of art, but those presidential busts are in a league of their own. None of them have been able to travel like we have because of the enormous mountain that they’re attached to, so I tried to tell them about our trips but they weren’t very talkative. Very starey, but not at all talkative. |  |
I’m Colbert Coldwell and my partner in travel here is Arthur Banker. From San Francisco, California to New York, New York, we are traveling the country to see some of our favorite places. We have plenty of ground to cover, so look for us in your neck of the woods. If you see us, feel free to get in the picture - Banker and I are quite photogenic. You can keep track of us by subscribing to our blog, and you’ll be notified whenever we make an update. Furthermore, while here you can view pictures and videos we’ve taken along the way. Please feel free to communicate with us as we travel, I can only listen to Banker’s same old stories for so long. If you'd like to get to know us more follow this link. |
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Large and in Charge…
July 30th, 2008Showers Predicted…
July 23rd, 2008| Whoever named this amazing geyser was only partially right. It is faithful, even more so than when it was first discovered. But “old”? Come on, Banker and I were born shortly after and we’re not old. Mature, sure, but not old. All the same, watching Old Faithful erupt is spectacular. There’s always a crowd around to see the show, but lots of people almost missed it because they were snapping photos of us instead! I highly recommend taking a trip there if you get the chance. Banker and I had seen lots of paintings of Old Faithful, but paintings can’t do the real thing justice. Trust us on this one ;-). |  |
Phone Home?
July 9th, 2008| We found the freak show. It’s in Roswell. Banker and I have been doing our share of traveling lately, and people often stare when they see a couple of portraits on the move (I like to think it’s because we’re so gosh-darn good looking). But in Roswell, no one-or thing-batted an eye at us. What an amazing event. There were bands, lectures, a haunted house and even a parade. All of it in celebration of UFOs and aliens. We met one little fellow who seemed fixated on phoning home. It’s the only thing he’d talk about. Finally, I told him we could sell him a home, but he wasn’t into that at all. Nice guy, though. |  |
A Firecracker of a Day…
July 7th, 2008| It’s picnic season, and Coldwell and I were prime for the fixin’s. Finally the 4th of July came and with it, picnics all over this great country of ours. We ate as much as we could, which turned out to be nothing. But we imagined it…and it tasted good. We competed in the potato sack race, though we didn’t quite finish (or start, for that matter). Later that night, we watched fireworks light up the night sky. I liked the red ones that exploded in white. Coldwell preferred the blue ones that exploded green. All in all, it was a colorful way for two off-the-wall paintings to celebrate independence. |  |
Giddyup!
June 26th, 2008| Coldwell and I moseyed on down to the Lone Star State for a Texas-sized long weekend. And to do a little “recon” since the 2009 International Business Conference will be held here next March. There’s so much to see and do in San Antonio, we could hardly fit it all in. I loved the River Walk, but Coldwell was a little on edge because he was afraid of getting his canvas wet. I would’ve taken a dip, but I left my water wings at the hotel. We also got to see the Alamo. The tour guide said that it is the Shrine of Texas Liberty, but what I saw was the most spectacular 6-bedroom, 4½ bath Spanish Mission I’ve ever seen. Coldwell and I are still trying to figure out if we can get it on the market. |  |
Gateway to Either Way…
June 18th, 2008| Coldwell and I decided to check out one of our country’s most awe-inspiring monuments: the St. Louis Arch. They say it’s the Gateway to the West, but we arrived heading East, and it looked to us like it could be the gateway to either. So, we’re thinking of petitioning to rename it simply “The Gateway.” We told this to someone passing by and they said it sounded too much like a science fiction movie. Whatever. Coldwell and I got to the top to take a gander at the view, and it’s awesome. I suggested to Coldwell that the Arch was almost as big as his ego. He didn’t think it was funny, but I got a giggle out of the park ranger. |  |
Almost Famous…
June 13th, 2008| Banker and I were looking for a new place to visit, and we had a hankerin’ for some country music. So, we made our way down to Music City, USA. We arrived in Nashville just in time to catch a band playing at an outdoor festival. They let us up on stage to jam with them. Well, not really jam, more like just hang there. But the crowd seemed to like it. Later that night we stopped in for some barbecue. We still haven’t been able to get all the sauce off our canvas. We’ll both need to have our varnish cleaned when we get home. After all, we’re figureheads. We’ve got to look good. |  |
Water over the Falls…
June 9th, 2008| If I were alive, my breath would have been taken away by Niagara Falls. Banker and I have never seen anything so spectacular. The sheer scale of the falls makes a life-sized, three-quarter portrait feel like a miniature. We got as close as we could, but there was so much spray that day. We had to be careful not to wet our varnish. Just looking at the Falls was mesmerizing. In fact, we would have stayed all day and allnight long. But thankfully, someone finally carried us back to the hotel. |  |
Down the Shore…
May 30th, 2008| If you know anything about portraits, you’ll know that we tend to do a lot of hanging about in rooms that don’t always have the best circulation. So anytime we can go down to the shore and feel the sun on our canvases and the wind in our frames is an occasion to be celebrated. Coldwell and I had the best time soaking up the rays (there’s SPF in our varnish, so no worries there). I even got to pretend I was a sand castle, which I later learned entailed a child burying me in the sand. Not quite as fun as I was led to believe. Afterwards, we went for some fishing on the bay, which would have been more successful if we had been able to cast. And we had to see “Old Barney,” The Barnegat Lighthouse. Though, by our standards, he’s not that old. Seasoned, maybe. But not old. |  |
Out in the Field…
May 28th, 2008|
There’s nothing like the smell of real estate in the morning. At least that’s what I remember from my pre-portrait days. And today if I could smell, I think that would hold true. This morning, Banker and I were checking out what’s on the market, and as luck would have it, we happened upon one of our talented sales agents putting up a sign in front of a new listing. We stopped to see if a couple of founding portraits could be of service – after all, we do have a little bit of experience under our frames. Coldwell and I think this one won’t be on the market long. It looks like a home just about anyone would love to hang a family portrait in. |
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