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:
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: