Met my brother in Manhattan tonight for a free evening of museum admissions earlier, and saw many great, historic, and thought-provoking pieces. We only had time to tour the Met, but I could tell how much he enjoyed the experience. The wonderment my 19-year-old kin still carries with him while wandering through the Big Apple is always a nice refresher for me.
My favorite exhibit featured a subversive Polish photographer. The below isn’t even his, but was included as a set piece on one of the wall pillars. I quite liked it. Art, which I am absolutely no great connoisseur of, still has a magical property that touches my brain in the most stimulating of ways. Perspective shifts are always welcome, in these tired eyes.