Since writing regularly, I am noticing what I think are attractive scenes, snappy views of buildings, people, flowers, ducks, and so much else. I have taken many photographs over the past nine months, more than over many years. Taking pictures helps me express the world’s beauty and art, and capture aspects of life. It also gives me an opportunity to write captions. Drafting a few descriptive or funny words or a phrase or short sentence about a photo is a challenge I like. It’s a way to add words to life, to write a little and be creative. I have considered taking some photography classes. A few of my pics are good, I think, but a class or two on the rudiments would be helpful. Until then, I’ll keep snapping. If nothing else, it’s fun.
Lately, I’ve become interested in perspectives, lines that fade into the distance. Here are a few of those shots, and a link at the end to see more.
Windows for all
This is a great example of a common Washington architectural style. Many Federal office buildings built in the 30s and 40s were constructed with a series of wings, connected by a central section. The goal was to give every worker a window. Since buildings in D.C. can only be as high as the width of the street they front plus half that width more, this strategy allowed for the many windows that would have come naturally on a high rise.
Perspective gone to pot
Washington’s many large, public events transform the National Mall into porta-potty heaven. I was taken by this crooked line of privies snaking away into the distance. Should I have eliminated this pic from my collection?
Sunbathing tress stretch into the distance
The lamppost becomes a tree in this line stretching alongside the seemingly endless sidewalk in Foggy Bottom on a noon summer’s day. I wish the baby carriage weren’t there, but it took a while even for this mostly clear shot.
From the Ant Family's Summer Vacation Album
That the end of this smallish plaza seems so far away fascinates me. Those traffic lights in the distance, in reality a half-block or so, seem miles beyond. The ant’s go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah!
