Accidents will happen






According to the New York Times, you can "accidentally" view the Waterfalls from the Staten Island ferry. Here are some accidental pictures taken by the Mrs. last Sunday from the Whitehall terminal and the ferry.


I like the Waterfalls. An argument can be made against public art and frankly I will often make it (I think once you let the Government Man write a check for art you let him have a say in the output which is almost always a bad thing), but if it's going to exist it might as well be either interesting or nice to look at.

I suppose it shouldn't rankle me so that the Times refers to the Ferry only as a place to "accidentally" view the falls. After all, as the paper of record they need to take the most conventional view of the world which is often the least helpful when it comes to art. A lot of great art is, arguably accidental. It may how light or sound is captured in a given moment or it may be purely a serendipitous juxtaposition of circumstances.

Or maybe real art takes talent and steady craftsmanship and I'm completely full of it. Maybe none of it is dumb luck and it's all planned.

As long as what is created causes a reaction, does it really matter how the act of creation happened?

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