I went to an art gallery when I was in Atlanta. On the roof of the gallery was this piece of art by my aunt & uncle’s friend (most of my dad’s family are professional artists). It was a bunch of glass or ceramic domes that were glazed in different ways. The piece was a tribute to some other artists that I didn’t recognize, and we spent a good 15 minutes standing in the sun, looking, commenting, and generally being pretentious. It was awesome. I love art galleries.