There have been artists here for many years, but for whatever reason, I had never gone. Wife and I had a couple hours sans kids and no plans, and it was Final Friday, so we saw 8 floors of art and saw absolutely no one we know. The building has steam heat, and one artist up top had her window open, and I tried a night shot from the window sill:
On the walk back we saw this tiny snowman:
Wet books, bagel shrines, talking pants, etc.
16 hours ago