I went to the Indianapolis Museum of Art this morning
to see the Ai Weiwei exhibit, According to What?
I then visited other galleries, particularly one
showing African textiles.
Afterwards, I walked another portion of the IMA grounds.
Everywhere I turned, I seemed to find opportunities
for pictures. I wonder, does the creative inspiration I find
inside the museum make me more aware
of the beauty I see - rainwater collected on a
large leaf or dripping from the backs of folding chairs
set up for an outdoor wedding.