Looking Up

A few months ago, I was walking with a friend through Union Square when I happened to glance up and see this:

I pass by this building all the time and never knew there was a clock on top.

And for some reason, discovering this fact blew my mind.

And made me wonder: How many other beautiful buildings have I neglected to notice because I'm only aware of what's immediately around me?

(I know, I know, I sound hokey. But it's true.)

Ever since then, I've been making it a point to look up.
Change my perspective a little bit.
When I remember to, anyway.

Like when I went hiking with my sister and her friends in California:

Although it can't be called hiking if the trail is paved with concrete and we only walk for 10 minutes, can it?

Or when I went to Pure Food and Wine with my mom and grandma for Mother's Day:

Or just walking down the street and spotting some ivy (I think it's ivy, I don't know my vegetation at all.) on a townhouse:

I was in the MoMA with family when I looked out the window and snapped this picture. I love the cityscape in my hometown:

And this past weekend, while ensconced indoors at the Joffrey Ballet School, I heard church bells chiming the hour and went to the window to look. This is a horrid picture, but I was trying to capture the clouds and the light in the tower:

I've noticed that clocks seem to be at the top of a lot of buildings in my city. I wonder why that is. Anyone?