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.
