"Epic Abstraction" at The Met may not be epic but we found plenty of gems to warm our hearts on a chilly Saturday morning. Rothko's "No, 3 1953" glowed in a hushed room full of Rothkos, where people whispered in reverence, which in itself filled me with a sense of well being.
Storm after storm with clearing in between. Rainbows, double rainbows, and colors beyond the believable spectrum. What a show. A little reminder that there is more to this world than us. Thank goodness.