My poor friend David. I drag him to a temporary exhibition that’s all about color and the man is colorblind. So his experience of this piece was completely different than mine.
In related news, shortly before we left for the Hirschorn, David says: “What is the difference between blue and purple?”
I’m really hard on my cameras. Lenses, I coddle to death but camera bodies get banged around, dropped, rattled, bumped. And because I like to have a camera on me at all times, it tends to be the one that can sustain the most damage. Therefore, my “bang around” camera is the D80, demoted from main camera to backup camera and finally to “oh, do I still have that?” camera. So it sits in my purse and comes out when I’m bored or on the metro and cursing myself for not doing more street.
My husband is not a planner. When we go out, I pick the restaurant. If I don’t have a wedding on a Saturday night, I’m the one who decides if it’s bowling or art gallery or movie or skeeball. I planned the entirety of our Italy trip. In the four-odd years we’ve been together, I have seen him put together a handful of house parties and one birthday party – four years ago on my last birthday (yep, I’m a leap day baby!). So imagine the extent of my surprise, believing we were going to fancy dinner, when I came out of the elevator to find tons of friends and my PARENTS and BROTHER yelling “surprise” at me. (All photos are compliments the wonderful Marcella Treybig.)