Got the camera and iPhone charged and ready to head to DC. Joined the inauguration pool on flickr, and am hoping to find something worthy of submission to the Smithsonian Photography Initiative. With Heather's parents, nieces, and our own cub just 2 months away (gasp!), it has the feel of a multi-generational historic moment.
A question on the mind of anyone who has faced a refrigerator, trunk, backpack, or tupperware. I've always thought this would be a great companion to the How Much is Inside? series. This morning presented a perfect opportunity to potentially consolidate olive oil bottles.
Heather said yes unequivocally and went about her morning. I tended to agree but was a little more skeptical. As it turns out, she was spot on.
Here's what I wrote back when I took these photos of the Gates:
I'm glad people are alive to take the time and thought to care about such things.
I visited the park on three separate occasions, each time a different experience. Just when I felt like everything looked the same (we got some trees, pathway, and these big orange things...check), I'd discover a new nook or cranny of that revealed a new perspective on big orange gates draped over a park.
Saturday late afternoon/sundown. The throngs. More people than gates, but a definitive part of the public art experience.
Saturday night. Serene and isolated. Felt like Gates were lurking everywhere, just out of sight.
Monday late morning. Park blanketed in several inches of snow.
Soon they'll be gone and locals can have their neighborhoods back to themselves, but I'm very glad to have seen it while it was here.
