The Beauty Is

Lifestyle, New York

A few weeks ago when I went to the NYPL on my lunch break, I met someone from MN. I started a conversation with her because I noticed her MN tattoo behind her ear. We decided to go out for coffee to talk about MN and our experiences moving to New York.

Side Note; do I need another reason to adore the NYPL?? No, but I’m more in love than ever! Hello serendipity!

It turns out, Anna works at the Met Museum. I had told her that I am a photographer so she invited me to a photography workshop event at the museum.

There were five break out sessions and I chose to go with Eileen Travell, who is a staff photographer there. She has an extensive editorial resume and was such a wonderful person to learn from. To see photos of her studio, the behind-the-scenes tour and photos of the Met Museum, they can be found on my photography blog.

After the tour, I was able to roam the rest of the museum, which was huge and overwhelming. As you’ll see in my photos, I switched my camera to only take black and white photos. Getting better at lighting, patterns and exposure is something I’ve wanted to practice lately and what better place to do it? I realized that being in a museum is the magical part for me. Not necessarily seeing specific works or periods, though those all are appreciated!

The song, The Beauty Is, that I’ve included below kept playing in my mind (especially the line; “It’s the land of naked marble boys.” It’s from the play, The Light In The Piazza that is set in Italy and describes the magic of being a tourist, the longing to be known by someone and the hope of one day being so.

On this Valentines Day, I hope you are feeling known, inspired and hopeful for serendipity.

The Beauty Is

These are very popular, in Italy.
It’s the land of naked marble boys.
Something we don’t see a lot in Winston-Salem,
That’s the land of corduroys.

I’m just a someone in an old museum.
Far away from home as someone can go.
And the beauty is I still meet people I know.
Hello.

This is wanting something, this is reaching for it,
This is wishing that a moment would arrive.
This is taking chances, this is almost touching, what the beauty is.
I don’t understand a word they’re saying,
I’m as different here as different can be.
But the beauty is I still meet people like me.

Everyone’s a mother here, in Italy.
Everyone’s a father, or a son.
I think if I had a child, I would take such care of her.
Then I wouldn’t feel like one.

I’ve hardly met a single soul, but I am not alone.
I feel grown.
This is wanting something, this praying for it,
This is holding breath and keeping fingers crossed.
This is counting blessings, this is wondering when I’ll see that boy again.
I’ve got a feeling he’s just a someone, too.
And the beauty is, when you realize, when you realize,
Someone could be looking for a someone like you.

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