The Museum of Modern Art

I love New York City.  Truly I do.  Though I may grumble about small kitchens and fire-escape gardening and lack of natural beauty, there is no place like it.  In reality, we New Yorkers are extremely spoiled by the mosaic of diversity, culture and artistic expression that surrounds us as we walk the city streets day by day.    

Even so, at least once a week I think "If only I took better advantage of all New York City has to offer..."

Which is why I am so pleased with myself anytime I manage to enjoy one of New York's special attractions, be it Di Fara pizza or the Museum of Modern Art.  

Saturday afternoon I was drawn uptown by the promise of Van Gogh and good conversation.  As I browsed the MOMA's new Van Gogh exhibit with some friends and wandered through gallery after gallery of stunning artwork, I found myself fascinated by the different ways in which people observed the art on the walls.  

The woman above stood mesmirized, unmoving, in front of Picasso's Les Demoiselles D'Avignon for a good five minutes. 

Some people wandered, glancing for a few seconds at a painting here, a sculpture there.  Others read every word about every work of art.  A few just sat on the banquettes and gazed at their favorites.  

And then there were those who roamed about with their cameras snapping photos of what everyone else was doing; viewing the people and the art through the camera lens.  Captured moments, both distant and intimate.