And maybe it will include visits to great museums and other fine places. I hope it’s a happy and healthy one for you and yours. So, I’m buckled up again for the journey. The new normal puts a premium on changing and adapting to new circumstances. I have hopes and aspirations for it, of course, but if nothing else, the past three years have taught us how quickly our lives can change in dramatic ways outside of our control. This is my long-winded way of saying that with 2023 just hours away, I am making few assumptions about how the year will go. Well, we know what happened a few months later. Don, recalling my D+ in Art Appreciation, replied that I was proof of the theory of evolution. As I looked ahead to 2020, I figured that regular visits to MFA would be part of the upcoming year. With unlimited museum admissions as a benefit of membership, I figured that I could make periodic short visits as interest and opportunity dictated.ĭuring my first sojourn there as a member, I texted Don and Sharon to announce my new quest for cultural literacy. I decided after that visit to join the MFA, which happens to be three short subway stops away from my home. One of my digital mementoes of that visit is this photo that Sharon took, with a painting of the Boston Common behind me: The highlight of that visit was a wonderful introductory tour by one of the super-knowledgeable MFA docents. Like sleeping.Īnyway, during one of the Driscolls’ welcomed trips to Boston, the MFA was on our list. I’ll spare you the bloody details about how I earned that grade, but suffice it to say that I was not interested in an early morning class that featured slides of a lot of old paintings.

During that semester, I received by far my lowest grade in college, a D+ in Art Appreciation.

Don and I are college chums going way back, including a semester abroad in England.

It was roughly three years ago that I decided to join the museum, inspired by a visit there with my long-time friends Sharon and Don Driscoll. Perhaps I was also drawn to MFA today because of an odd sense of nostalgia. I made a bit of an event out of it by treating myself to lunch in MFA’s open air café and by visiting its excellent bookshop, where I made a couple of purchases. The exhibit was engaging and thought-provoking and well worth the visit. On this last day of 2022, I visited Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts, to see a special exhibit devoted to the rich history of Life magazine and how photojournalism shapes our perceptions of world events around us.

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