Picture Meme!

Picture of picture at the Bronx Museum!

Drummers on the commute!
Graffiti artists model at the Bronx Museum!

Global Kitchen Exhibit @ Museum of Natural History

Square Watermelons at the Global Kitchen Exhibit

Picture of an Eagle ? type @ the Museum of Natural History


LOVE Sculpture in Philadelphia



Holocaust Sculpture






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  1. TheRustGeek12:10 AM

    Hi Tomi...

    It's the blogger who used to be known as Bagucci here. Thought I'd pop in and let you know about a project I'm currently help curate at the3six5ng.wordpress.com. We're looking to build a crowd sourced diary where people (with a Nigerian connection) share a day in their lives.. It's our third month so far, and it has been intriguing to see what Nigerians in places as far flung as Japan and Russia and other less exotic places are up..

    Do stop by, and consider contributing a day if you can.. regards, AJ :)

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