I was distracted by the movie World’s Greatest Dad (highly recommended to those mature enough to handle extremely black humor and, ah, a lot of Robin Williams), so I didn’t put much thought into this picture. My thought process actually went something like this:
Wow, that was a good movie. I should get ready to go to bed. [look at clock] Oh, crap. I haven’t taken a picture yet. [grab camera. wander around house looking for things I haven’t taken pictures of yet.] well, I guess this is sort-of interesting.
So every time I go to an art museum or, well, a museum of any kind, really, I buy postcards to serve as my souvenir. I haven’t been to an art museum in aaaages. But maybe when Danielle comes. I really liked the Hiroshima Museum of Modern Art. I could go back there.