Want to hear French? Go to the Guggenheim. Want to be part of the Millennium generation? Go to the Guggenheim. The building’s architecture means more to me than its exhibits. I get a thrill romping up the white painted rotunda’s incline, poking into niche exhibits and then looking down from the top at the circles I’ve just climbed. The James Turrell exhibit has drawn such large crowds that looking down from the top tier was impossible. So I contented myself with shooting a photo of people basking in the irridescent colors of Turrell’s other world- E. T. installation.
Sun bathing at the Guggenheim
This is the time of year the Y does its spring cleaning. The pool is emptied, cleaned and then refilled with 180,000 gallons of water.
Now you see it.
