Made my way to the Moma the other day
to renew my artist membership and took in the member's preview of the Dorothea Lange show. Its small and familiar and again I would rather look at photographs in books and not on the wall. This is not to take away from her work which is superb and lasting, some of those images will be in our collective consciousness for as long as this planet lasts. The place looks pretty much the same to me, still feel like if I don't hurry I will miss my flight. This is still a dull unexciting building with good exhibition galleries but dead spaces left and right. Love it or hate it, its here for good. 
