big ben

The day I went out to see Big Ben was the day the rain was hardest, the wind was strongest and the fog was thickest. It still however, churned out one of my favorite photos from the trip.

1980

The art scene around the time I was born.

the kiss

Surprisingly, what I liked most in the Tate Modern was a sculpture.

And while everyone else was shamelessly taking photos, I very guiltily took one--then another. Then I couldn't bear to take another. It felt like I was robbing the museum.

I am still uncomfortable over the fact that I took those photos. And as a result I am posting a museum produced photograph. It is interesting how my favorite painting and favorite sculpture are named the same :)

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