Atomox
Natural History Museum
(290/365)
I just can't get into museums. I'm not sure why. I love what they stand for, I think all the facts are interesting, and am fascinated by the art that goes into them. But I just can't get excited when I'm in one.
Today, my cousin was in town, and she and her friends wanted to go to the museum. When you're showing someone around New York, you go to the places they want to go. It's being a good host. Also, when you love a place, you want to make it as easy as possible for someone else to love it to. We don't all love things for the same reason, but love is love, and it's nice to share.
So I found myself at the Museum of Natural History. I was tired. It became clear very quickly that I was not going to read the little plaques next to each exhibit, so after a bit of wandering, it was time for some photography. I sat in the dark room next to the primates, the cages lit with scenes of the animals they contained. These were beautiful, and I really could find appreciation for the work that went into making them. Alright, so I found something I like about this place, but I still wasn't in the mood. I started watching people as they moved throughout the rooms, many as impatient as me, some kids just excited to be somewhere new, others absorbed into the screens of the cellphones. However, a few seemed absored into these exhibits. For them, time slowed down as an alternate world seemed to dance through their heads. I couldn't tell you what it was, other than to say I wanted to go there, for they seemed fascinated and happy.
As I watched these people, my impatience melted away into something different. I could not hate this place, only envy it. There was clearly something here which I didn't get, but which was wonderful.
I don't hate museums. I just can't sit still long enough appreciate them. I do seem to like the people who appreciate them. There's something to that statement.
Natural History Museum
(290/365)
I just can't get into museums. I'm not sure why. I love what they stand for, I think all the facts are interesting, and am fascinated by the art that goes into them. But I just can't get excited when I'm in one.
Today, my cousin was in town, and she and her friends wanted to go to the museum. When you're showing someone around New York, you go to the places they want to go. It's being a good host. Also, when you love a place, you want to make it as easy as possible for someone else to love it to. We don't all love things for the same reason, but love is love, and it's nice to share.
So I found myself at the Museum of Natural History. I was tired. It became clear very quickly that I was not going to read the little plaques next to each exhibit, so after a bit of wandering, it was time for some photography. I sat in the dark room next to the primates, the cages lit with scenes of the animals they contained. These were beautiful, and I really could find appreciation for the work that went into making them. Alright, so I found something I like about this place, but I still wasn't in the mood. I started watching people as they moved throughout the rooms, many as impatient as me, some kids just excited to be somewhere new, others absorbed into the screens of the cellphones. However, a few seemed absored into these exhibits. For them, time slowed down as an alternate world seemed to dance through their heads. I couldn't tell you what it was, other than to say I wanted to go there, for they seemed fascinated and happy.
As I watched these people, my impatience melted away into something different. I could not hate this place, only envy it. There was clearly something here which I didn't get, but which was wonderful.
I don't hate museums. I just can't sit still long enough appreciate them. I do seem to like the people who appreciate them. There's something to that statement.