Shimmer and Shine

We builded a fire. 

Alone time. It is a sacred thing. 

I spent mine wandering Washington, D.C. for two days. I could barely walk by the end, and these are only a fraction of the photos. I walked from my hotel to the Washington Monument, to the Lincoln Monument, to the MLK, Jr Monuement, to the Smithsonians, to the Capitol, to the Library of Congress. I wish I could have walked more. But by the end of the day, I was shuffling. Cab to the hotel, room service for dinner, and back home to my Husband. I had planned to stop at Mount Vernon on my way home, but I wouldn’t have been able to take the time I wanted. Next time, soon.

District in the Spring - entire set on flickr

Wilhelm

Sensation

Happy St. Pat’s, friends!

Come hither.

“Do you mean Amelia?”

I left the house at 6:30am. I was excited to have the entire day to take my time, stop as I pleased, and wander to my heart’s content. I got to do all of those things, but I ultimately didn’t really get what I wanted.

Not a single shot that made my heart skip a beat. 

I took the back roads, through the hills of farm country. Beautiful part of the state I have never seen. Along the way, I took this shot at the one stop light in a small town. I stopped in even smaller town, Carthage, and walked around in the early morning cold.  

I made my way to a disappointing downtown Charlotte. Full of duplicate glass paneled high rise bank headquarters and barely a drop of character to be found. After two hours, I hopped in the car, ready to wander in search of the promise of urban decay. What can I say, I have a thing for things that are falling apart.

As it always does, something shiny caught my eye. Firebird at the Bechtler Museum. So, I stopped again, saw my first Warhol. My first Picasso. The docent asked if I am an artist, or photographer. “What are you working on?”

Now that I think about it, maybe that is what is screwing with my head. What AM I working on? I don’t know. All I know is I am going to keep shooting as much as I can this Spring and Summer. I am going to travel to new places and seek new ways of looking at things. 

I shouldn’t end this post without saying that as I drove home, dejected by the measly 120 shots I had taken, a magical brown sign called my name. Pisgah Covered Bridge —-> So, I turned right and followed the 10 miles of signs to one of only two covered bridges left in the entire state. At Sunset, I found the highlight of my day.

Surprise

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I have got a wandering itch. Think I might scratch it this weekend. Our State Magazine has an app for wanderers like me, think I’m going Historical East.

Weather

Reaching

Dusk

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The Village Cafe - Richmond, VA