This acrobat flies above the Avery Court, just below the skylight. The sign crediting the sculptor is on the third floor and I didn't want to climb three flights to get it. Sorry.
This friendly woman was a study in black and white. When I asked if I could take her picture, she graciously permitted it, all the while complaining about how pictures of her never come out well. (Sorry, I didn't write her name down and now I can't remember it.)
This bust was donated by J. Pierpont Morgan. The security guard walked through that door four times for me, so I could catch him mid-stride. I didn't get the name of the sculptor or the guard either. Sorry.
I rested my camera on the bench and waited for someone to walk into the exhibition hall. I didn't get his name either, nor did I write down the name of the big painting or the artist. Sorry.