I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be a museum since reading about the Chernobyl Museum. More to come on that later, but I haven't been able to shape my thoughts into something coherent yet. In the meantime, this:
The miniature worlds of old-school museum dioramas fascinate me. The care and detail that go into these tiny worlds is astounding, and I kind of secretly wished that I was a small as the Indian in the Cupboard so I could explore them more fully. So when my fancy-pants camera finally arrived in the mail, the old Native American hall with its amazing dioramas was the first place I went with it. In the interest of full disclosure, there were a lot of crappy shots before I got these, and these are much more luck than skill...but I'm still really happy with them.
