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American Wing

 
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I've always enjoyed the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and it's always been fun to take my sons there every couple of years to see the Egyptian temple, the classical Greek statues, and the paintings of the Dutch Masters. A few years back when my older son needed to go to the museum to complete a school project, I asked him which section he wanted to concentrate on; his school project was to sketch a work of art in the Met. I fully expected him to choose either the Temple of Dendur or the medieval suits of armor. To my surprise he chose The America Wing. It seemed like an odd choice to me (for reasons I don't really understand), wasn't that a bit boring when you had mummies on the other side of the building? But he insisted, and we went up to the third floor where he selected a sculpture of a cavalry chase. Since that day I've grown to like The American Wing more and more, and to appreciate its homegrown treasures.

 

Cherubs and dad
 
 
 
Landscape gazers


Erwitt echo...
 
 
Lookouts
 
 
Under wing
 
 
 
Out West
 
 
 
Atrium reflections

Among giants

Stilled life


Students


Medea considers her options


Reaching


In the gallery


Sketching
 
 
Leaping

 
On the plains


Wings
 
 
Atrium
 

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