I am not one for museums generally. They are pretty places, but not someplace where I can say I’ve ever felt inspired. But walking through SFMOMA the other day, just based on lighting alone, I found myself surprisingly taken in. There were some displays where you could sit, lounge (see below), and find yourself faintly stirred. There is a musical piece up on one of the upper floors that simply evades photography. That one is best experienced live, ephemerally, and then captured in memory. But better than a memory, you can also simply come back.