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.