People are always saying that time speeds up as you get older. I’m not sure I believe it 100%, but I can believe that all the things I do monthly (write these posts, for instance) do seem to come far more often than would be predicted by the word “monthly”. We’re living a busy life. It’s exciting, but it moves quickly. April came and went, then May. Now it’s June. We’ll blink and another wedding season will have come and gone. In the meantime, we press on and take things as one-day-at-a-time as possible.
May was a bit of a rough month for me. I sprained my ankle halfway through and I’ve had to rest it since. Even though it was a minor sprain (as self-diagnosed by me and the internet), it’s still swollen more than two weeks later. If you know anything about me, you know I walk a lot. It’s my main form of entertainment and my default activity to get out of the house and do something. (It’s a working from home thing, see. If I didn’t get out and deliberately walk, I’d just sit inside my house all day at the computer.)
So far, thirty one is the year of my body breaking on down all over the place. I’m kind of hoping to get quickly to 32 so I can maybe avoid this pitfall year of sprains, strains and other maladies.
Early in the month, I headed north for a Baltimore Fun Day. PostSecret’s Frank Warren was giving a presentation at the American Visionary Art Museum. I’d never seen him talk and it was free, so I rolled on up. I spent some time walking around the city but it was more of a pound-the-pavement day than a photo day.
This next presenter is my own lovely husband George. He gave a big talk at DC Nerd Nite last month and it seemed to be a hit. He’s an accomplished dude.
Later on, a whole mess of WWII-era planes made a flyover on the Mall, so I gathered with the fine folks at Exposed DC to photo it on up.
Mid-month, a friend of mine got hitched in Canada, so I went up to the Great White North to photo his nuptials. On the way out of there, I hit up Niagara Falls, which was well worth the two-hour detour and rush rush rush through the carnival atmosphere. I didn’t photo the Horseshoe Falls, which you can see to the right in the photo below (it just looks like a big cloud) but when the boat pushes into the half-circle of massive, rushing water, you feel this sense of awe that’s really indescribable. I loved it. I would do it again.
I spent another couple days in Toronto banging around. I had my camera and all, but maybe I was sort of photo’ed out from the wedding.
Ankle sprain day. I needed to entertain myself, as George had been out of town for a good week and a half at this point. I took the metro in to see an art festival way on up in NW, totally inaccessible to metro (except for crazy walkers like me). I got out at Shaw, walked a huge loop and then came back through to Brookland. I rewarded myself with a glass of wine and a long sit at Brookland Pint, but when I went to stand up, my leg had fallen asleep and just collapsed under me. When I got to my feet, I realized I had a busted ankle. Womp womp. I spent the rest of my month sitting on the couch and complaining.
Rolling Thunder motorcycle riders gather in the Pentagon parking lot. I didn’t expect to be photographing bikers, but it was a nice detour on my way into the city.
Creeptastic dolls in Shaw.
Finally, the fifth #DCPhotowalks photowalk took place at AwesomeCon. I was still hobbling around, so I didn’t go hard at this one, but it was great fun seeing all the elaborate costumes.
Until next time!