Dear Chrysler Building:

For a long time I have had a candle of love burning for you in my heart, but my feelings can no longer be contained. I must tell you how much I ardently admire and love you*:

*I stole part of that from a former co-worker and part of it from Fitzwilliam Darcy’s declaration of love for Miss Elizabeth Bennett. Jane Austen, I frequently say, must be quoted early and often.

Hey!  Someone took a photo of me early in the morning:

See, I do post photos of myself up here.

It looks sort of Mondrian, doesn’t it:

Like the Paradiso:

With me debating whether or not it needs to be redone, or if the crop is right, or if the color is right.  Well, here is finally:

I bet the crop is still off.

Yup:

America is not an old country.  Lots of Europeans love to say that, but it is kind of true.  America is relatively new, but it does its best to try and present itself with some kind of oldness.  Sometimes this succeeds, sometimes this fails.  I’d say that the way it presents itself in the US Library of Congress is sort of a failure.  Anyone who has ever been to the great hall, in all of its Fabrege egg glory can attest to that.  In the Library of Congress you get that emotional rush of it being so colorful and so ornate and then it just kind of goes away.

The New York Public library is quite lovely, but unfortunately, you cannot photograph it on the inside. Boston’s Public library really does strike the balance well.  I looks old, but it has its own style as well.  Notice I also olded these photographs:

Notice there are no arches here.  There were arches, I did photograph them, but I’m kind of bored with them.

I used to not want to stick my camera in people’s faces and take their photo.  Thank god I got over that:

And this all I am going to say about the following photo.  The rest is contained within the photo: