To start off...

They say a picture is worth 1000 words.

This blog started as my personal goal to post a picture each day of my first year living in Washington, D.C. 4 years later, the objective has changed and my posts are much less frequent. I write when I am inspired by an event or experience and do my best to capture feeling and intrigue with the photographs I take. My hope is that somewhere between the pictures and words, you have a glimpse of the inspiration behind each one and that you may experience through them some of the joy and emotion that urges me to share.


(All photography by yours truly)

Monday, October 25, 2010

Indian Summer

Day 295: Hillsdale fall-break and Jenni came to visit! Another gorgeous summery fall day that we spent walking 6 miles around the monuments!


Day 276: What a lovely weekend we had! It hit 80 today and for the second day in a row, I spent 3 hours reading, sleeping, and enjoying the Potomac while watching planes take off :)

Day 275: This picture is from Sunday, but I’m only getting around to posting it now. I should have known it would be over for the Twins on Saturday, when this problem started, but I clung to hope. As I was cruising down the interstate for my unknown destination, I heard a noise and to my horror saw in my mirror, that my Twins sticker was coming off my window. I pulled over twice to fix it with a piece of tape I happened to have taping my condo parking pass to the windshield, and it held on. Just like my team. Barely. On the way to church the next morning, hope was lost, our season over, and I was very sad to see the bumper sticker clinging on by only a corner on my rear window. I was 15 minutes late to church as I slowed considerably on the highway, so as not to lose it to the angry traffic that was bound to tear it apart, and I made it to the parking lot in time to reverently take it off myself. Next year, boys.

Day 274: I baked a pie with my fresh picked apples from Monday…I’m ashamed to show you how much milk I drank, all alone, that evening…strong bones, right?

Day 273: Today was the first morning I have had to stand outside waiting for the bus in the rain since I moved to Arlington in June. Thank God for that! Somehow rain seems to slow this city down (not stop, that’s snow) in ways you wouldn’t dream of, but sometimes that’s almost refreshing. I didn’t rush down the escalator because I didn’t want to slip in my heels, I didn’t rush to the corner because I wanted to linger under the dryness the metro covering had to offer, and I didn’t rush my several block walk to my building, lest I step on the wrong end of a loose sidewalk square and have the other side slosh water all over me. Though the rain begs you to hurry through your day to avoid its cold and wet consequences, those same ramifications force you to succumb to a slower pace. I know this picture is blurry, but you can get the jist of it! These flowers were so bright on this dreary morning!

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