I recently went to The Getty and fell in love with this photo by Andre Kertesz. It’s entitled “Lost Cloud, New York.” The museum placard next to it said:

Soon after arriving in New York in October of 1936, Kertesz spent time searching the city streets for fresh material, just as he had done in Paris for a decade. One afternoon he observed a solitary white cloud in a vast blue sky, dwarfed by the monolithic presence of the Rockefeller Center. Kertesz later recounted that he was “very touched” when he saw the cloud as it “didn’t know which way to go”… As a new immigrant, he strongly identified with this sentiment.

Okay back to jokes about poop and what not.