Metamorphosis...

I was crossing the street at Rideau and King Edward when a man crossing in the opposite direction, in the middle of the crowd, stopped when he saw me. He was tall, shabby and unkempt - looked like a street person. He gave me a courtly bow, right there in the middle of the crosswalk. "Good morning, Princess," he said, and for just a moment I was transformed from a boring pedestrian to someone in a fantasy or myth.

Masters of American Comics

I stumbled across this exhibit I'd love to have seen, at the Hammer Museum: Masters of American Comics. I had no idea where the Hammer Museum is... it turns out to be attached to UCLA.... so very far away.

So many museums, so little time.