Monthly Archives: January 2007

American Art (Caution: Art)

The National Museum of American Art is a bloody strange place to spend a wintry Tuesday. Guards outnumber visitors; the only way to overcome the feeling of being surrounded by bug-eyed monitors is to spend some quality time in the Lunder Conservation Center, a means of performing your own bug-eyed gawping at conservators as they work (or, in our case, as they check their E-mail and politely interrogate us about the efficacy of their enthusiastic explanatory videos)…

The Mall at Night

The Mall at Night

Since blogs are all about fresh content, I figured you’d all like to see a photograph from December of 2005. This is the National Mall at 8PM, a rather different creature from the sunny, tourist-thronged turf that we all know and presumably love. (The perpetual construction of barricades should be familiar to Washington residents, though.)

It snowed today

and has continued dribbling.

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and then, halfway back home, a Metrorail train exploded in Gallery Place!

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Gallery Place, somewhere around 6:15-6:30, a Red Line train towards Shady Grove had some trouble with the onboard lights; after pulling into the station and opening the doors, a loud “BANG!” was heard, and smoke began billowing from the undercarriage of the second car of the train. Unfazed, Metrorail personnel inspected the train, directed everyone to re-board it, and sent the train along inside of ten minutes.

O, glorious day! O rapture unforeseen!

South of DuPont Circle

South of DuPont

Welcome.

Williamsburg, Brooklyn

I’m a freshly graduated photojournalist, entering a profession charitably described as “changing.”

You can expect to find photographs, curios, wimbly musings, and angst herein.

The first batch is found above, in a tableau from Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I hope you like it.