Thanks to my combined knowledge of travel and my own city, I think I do a pretty good job of showing people around this place. There’s a lot to see, and sadly I think most visitors never step foot beyond Capitol Hill and the National Mall, so they really only get a sense of the
Category: The Arts
As we start creeping into the Winter I find myself becoming nostalgic for Summer. I suppose that’s how it usually goes, that you appreciate most what you can’t have and don’t fully engage in those same times when you do have them. But as I have the luxury of being able to enjoy reading and
This isn’t a very serious post at all, but this is a pretty fun little thing I noticed. We used to have one of those bazillion ton two feet ish deep monster so called “flat screens’- because the screen was flat they used to call them that even when the body was a foot thick
Snow Falls softly, clinging to each limb and joint. And all of the things we ever knew are transformed, become new. But our eyes move up, up, the skies calm and dreamy, Each snowflake hung on marionette crosses, One could believe they even saw stars in this light polluted city.
The world is alive and bright right now. I dread returning to a Winter anything like the last, full of peacoats and runny noses and bodies that just could not get warm in negative degrees regardless of the layers of wool you wore. Eew. But we are not in Winter, not where I live at
Summer comes in bright and yellow, bright bobbing flowers call out “Hello!” For cheer is here in this sunny world, and black eyed susans join in accord. What do you love in nature and life that blooms in Summer?
I’ve been playing around with experimental photography, as you’d know if you saw Night Lights. Today we are looking at shots taken from odd angles of a bridge over the Chesapeake. This bridge has brought me to and from my trips to Chincoteague over the past few year, the site of a lot of photography
Snow. Drifting, Falling. Twists and turns, leaps and bounds, snow balls whizzing through the air. Winter. Snow takes you there. And when it is cold, And the fire is cozy, And your family surrounds you, and the world is bare, silent. Honest and comforting. Its the snow that takes you there. Its the snow that
I`ve decided to support my fellow Nanowrimo participants this week. Probably because I`m one of them. (Look forward to my book being published!) In case you did not know, that stands for National November Writing Month, where the goal is for each person to write 50,000 words by the end of the month. It`s actually
There seem to be a lot of bad names out there. I mean, really bad names. We`ve got ethnic names, which sound really cool but make people look at you weirdly if you are the wrong race for them. I can`t give you specific examples, because that would get me tagged as a racist person