If you feel that you’re missing out photographically, there are a couple of easy tricks that can snap you out of the visual doldrums. The first is this: get closer. Maybe even a lot closer. Getting closer not only lets you see detail you might otherwise miss, it also changes how things look through the…
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Oncoming
It’s one of those trite observations which old people emit that cause young people to roll their eyes (metaphorically anyway, if they’re polite) and promise themselves they’ll never say when they get to be that age: The older you are, the faster time seems to go by. And it isn’t fair, because if there was…
Texture
The silvery grey-green of this plant flourished and glinted atop a stone masonry wall. Its halo of light beckoned the eye, while the rough browns and blacks of the stone behind alternately blended and backgrounded. This photograph is a pale shadow of the splendid originals.
Secret Garden
Imagine if your interior decorator were an exterior decorator. The spaces of Dumbarton Oaks are like a series of masterfully appointed outdoor living rooms. Each has an individual character, and the “architect” has arranged them in such a way that they flow from one to the next in the same way as a well-designed home…
Local Gothic
I’ve observed before that I live across the street from a stunning example of architectural beauty. Every now and then I catch glimpse of a different, and less conventional aspect of its appeal. A few years ago, the Cathedral spent ages building an underground parking lot. Although the process was very disruptive, it had the…
Gateway
I spend a lot of time walking in my neighborhood, tracing the same routes along the same sidewalks. It is astonishing to me that — after so many years living in the same place — I can still seem something new. Often, it’s just a matter of the light hitting the scene at a new…
Hosed
All I care about here is the iridescent green and the baked-red brick.
Some Knots
This is going to be one of those images that only its maker likes. There’s something about the calligraphy of the various wires and pipes that tickles me. I even like the little slice of sign and the little bit of rope at the top left.
Palimpsest
The writing on the wall: layers of vine and shadow, traces left by water, and the red lines of fading words.
What February Feels Like
I’m going to Albuquerque on Thursday evening (assuming the next snowstorm doesn’t shut down DCA). I’m looking foward to seeing my sister and her husband, and Bob who will be joining me from Las Vegas. I’m hoping for sunshine, too.