The Day is Done

This past Tuesday night, I was at National Airport waiting to pick up my daughter. Instead of snoozing in my car, I decided to venture out into the darkest darkness and attempt some of the most challenging night photography you can attempt. At night, the only lights that you have at Gravelly Point are coming …

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Gravelly Point

I stopped at Gravelly Point yesterday and happened to have my camera bag with me. I was dropping off my daughter at National Airport and had an opportunity to stop and take a few photos. When I moved to the DC area in 1986, I lived in Arlington, VA for the first several years. I …

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The Blame Game

In 2007, my oldest daughter was assigned a school project that involved us going downtown to the Freer Gallery to view ancient Chinese art. My wife was ill that day, so my two daughters and I jumped on the train and headed to the gallery, which is located just off the National Mall. After spending …

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Spring

I took this photograph, using a film camera, early one morning during the DC Cherry Blossom season in 2010. Looking at this photo, this poem by Ada Limón seems especially appropriate for this year. Instructions on Not Giving Up More than the fuchsia funnels breaking outof the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’salmost obscene display …

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Regrets

Every now and then, you are somewhere without your camera and it happens. You are standing front of a perfect shot and all you have is….your phone. That is what happened with the photo above. It was a dark December evening in 2016. My daughter and I were downtown visiting the national Christmas tree on …

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A New Beginning

Every four years, we celebrate the inauguration of a new President. This peaceful transfer of power is the backbone of our democracy. Even though it creates headaches for those of us that live and work here, the momentary inconvenience is worth the celebration of this great American tradition. I took this photo in 2010 during …

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On This Spot

Over the past 35 years, I have looked down this reflection pool hundreds of times. In my earlier years, I would run or bike here several times a week and often recovered on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial to contemplate life decisions or maybe what I was going to eat for dinner that evening. …

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