I was first greeted with two large, impressive, and odd murals.
Later, a photo titled "Paris in the Spring" by William Wegman played to my sense of irony.
And what turned out to be a "Grid of Nests" played to my sense of beauty.
There was no shortage of San Francisco-focused art, my favorite being a series of pencil drawings of San Francisco landmarks by Ewan Gibbs, whom I couldn't help but be impressed with.
Up close you could see that he didn't draw them so much as draw a series of miniscule circles and slashes, with light edges here and dark edges there, to compose them - like stippling taken to another level.
The display of wooden chairs reminded me how so much of modern art is functional art.
And I discovered the Rooftop Garden, a relatively new space (opened just a year or so earlier) for displaying sculptures and housing a cafe run by the Bluebottle Coffee Co., from which I obtained a small, if not light, lunch (plain mortadella sandwich and hot chocolate)
Finally, this vintage photograph displaying grips for your (I presume) standard pitches is for Mark, who was at the time counting down the days until pitchers and catchers reported to Spring training.
As was the case a decade ago, however, the most memorable part of the SF MoMA is its architecture.
The building itself is the most memorable piece of modern art on display there, and it seems nothing contained within can compete with it.
