Lately I’ve been longing to go back to my second home. It hasn’t been long, and things haven’t been particularly safe in California, but I do miss the predictability of it all. Looking through these old photos of the Getty Center reminded me of a pleasant day we had wandering through the museum and the park, genuinely enjoying the space. Architecture and curation at its finest. At the same time, I yearn for nothing than to sit down on my grandfather’s chair and curl up with a good book in my lap.