Category Archives: Whitecaps on the Potomac

Perspectives, thoughts, doings during five years in Washington, a tempest-in-a-teapot kind of place to be, except that our “teapot” is the river.

Sky Lines 2

Posted on March 27, 2011 by literarylee

Me:  sitting outside with a cigar and a bourbon and soda. My wife: in a plane somewhere far away, flying, hurtling to help a dear niece. Happy niece.  Sad me.  My mate is in the sky, therefore, my eyes, too, … Continue reading →

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First Blossom

Posted on March 23, 2011 by literarylee

My commute is other people’s vacation… I board a bus within sight of the Potomac River.  It drives through historic Old Town Alexandria with its colonial houses, quaint byways, and even the church first Washington, then Robert E. Lee attended.  … Continue reading →

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Odd Little Polygon

Posted on March 12, 2011 by literarylee

In an odd little polygon of a park I pass on my way to work from the bus stop, sits an odd little polygon of a pond.  This morning I saw, floating placidly, paddling lazily back and forth, mallard duck … Continue reading →

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Looking for Lines

Posted on March 10, 2011 by literarylee

Doggone it, I’m a word guy, not a graphic artist.  But give some poor writer a blog, and all of a sudden he’s looking for lines. Actually, what I’m looking for are attractive header shots.  Though the verbiage is the … Continue reading →

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Fojol Update

Posted on March 9, 2011 by literarylee

One day last week after another hungry morning and meager lunch, I decided to go to Subway for a sandwich.  I was glad to see a familiar, colorful truck parked nearby: the Fojol Bros were back in the neighborhood.  I’d … Continue reading →

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Sky Lines

Posted on March 5, 2011 by literarylee

Waiting for the bus on a crisp lovely morning, I see a dozen or more lines across the sky, crisscrossed and fluffy-white.  Some are narrow, most, wide with varying edges; undulating cords across the heavens.   Are they all made … Continue reading →

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Fojol Bros

Posted on February 26, 2011 by literarylee

I had lunch at a carnival one day this week, yet was within sight of my employer’s stodgy edifice, a venerable, stuffy agency of the U.S. government.  Passersby wouldn’t have recognized it as an actual carnival but rather a colorful … Continue reading →

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Happy Working Dog

Posted on February 22, 2011 by literarylee

Today I saw a working dog, trained to sniff bad things maybe hidden in trucks, boxes, cargo.  This joyful hound was clearly delighted to be putting its world-famous olfactory brilliance to work.  You’d expect to see a dog straining at … Continue reading →

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Dusk Mall/Peach Sunset

Posted on February 21, 2011 by literarylee

One Evening… I like the National Mall best at dusk.  I look left from the bus taking me home and I see the capitol as if magically lit from some unknown source, the whitish glow heightened by the rich, azure … Continue reading →

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Superbowl at the General’s House

Posted on February 8, 2011 by literarylee

Sunday was a perfect day to get out with a blue sky, a bright sun and not too cold.  It was a perfect afternoon for our annual Superbowl visit to the General’s house.  We first went there on the High … Continue reading →

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