Of all days to have forgotten my camera, I was sorry not to have it with me. A shame to miss two photos that would have lent themselves nicely to captions. Then again, who needs a picture when you have words? A paragraph of well-written words is worth a picture.
Scene 1
I stepped off the bus on the corner of 14th and Constitution and saw, in a shady landscaped area next to a building, a police crime scene tape. One end was tied to a tree and the other was strewn across the ground, stretching for about 20 feet. I couldn’t imagine what sort of crime might have happened in such a pretty, landscaped plot. The yellow tape, or perhaps ribbon, had fallen perfectly in front of a certain shade-loving type of plant with medium-sized green or variegated oval leaves, that in early summer grows a 12-18 inch vertical stem covered with small, lavender flowers.
The caption: A hosta situation
Scene 2
Walking down Constitution Ave., I saw in the distance a group of about 10 people sitting on a ledge about 50 feet this side of the 555 foot tall Washington Monument. One person was standing about six feet in front of the group with a camera, taking their picture. From where I stood it appeared as though they were wanting a picture of them in front of that towering marble obelisk. At such close range, the picture would only have included the very base.
The caption: Ain’t no camera high enough
