My travels this week took me down to Norfolk, VA. I go there a couple of times a year to photograph some of the ships in the area. On the way back, I tried to stop at a place called President’s Park – an amazing little attraction with massive presidents’ heads. I was dismayed to learn that the park apparently had to shut down for financial reasons. It would be a very short fence to hop and go in, though… perhaps on a subsequent (warmer) trip, I will do a little trespassing. In the meantime, I snagged some photos from beyond the fence.
I’ve talked about the windows in my apartment before, and I probably will again. They are fantastic. After this maybe 5 minute self-portrait session on my bed, I’m very much thinking about doing some boudoir right here in my home. Is anyone interested in boudoir photography? First serious person will be my guinea pig in this space and won’t have to pay. Everyone else will have to make it rain.
I had twenty minutes or so to kill before it was time for me to meet up with some friends in Dupont (congratulations to Sara on the promotion!). Of everywhere in the city – Gallery Place, Georgetown, monuments, Smithsonian – there is one place that always has a photo waiting to happen. That place is the DC Metro. I can always tell when I’m in a creative rut by going to the metro. If I can’t find anything I want to take a picture of, it is decidedly rut time. Fortunately, that same place can also pull me out of said rut. It is so easy to be intrigued and inspired by the scenes underground. A few from yesterday: