The afternoon light was beautifully skimming this section of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church. I love the texture and color of the building, and the way in which the light emphasizes those characteristics.
It’s not a turkey, but it’ll have to do for today. Happy Thanksgiving to all!
The glass harpist is a fixture of the Old Town waterfront. He plays all sorts of classical favorites and popular songs, and there’s always a crowd of folks standing around listening—and watching. It’s a fascinating instrument and quite the visual spectacle. What’s more, he’ll explain the history of the instrument to you if you stick around long enough.
These delicate flowers were hanging out just underneath the Woodrow Wilson Bridge. I’d imagine that they could be pretty easy to pass by, but I happened to notice them. I love the soft quality of the colors and textures in this photo.
Does anyone know what these flowers are called? A bit of web searching on my part proved futile!
Here’s another photo from my birding exploits. In this instance, the joy was more in the hunt than in the actual photo. I saw this red-bellied woodpecker near the edge of the path and ended up following him through the woods for the better part of half an hour.
It was February, but not brutally cold, and so I remember working up a bit of a sweat tracking him through the forest. He led me through thickets, over brambles, and across dead logs. I finally got close enough to get a few shots, but I would have loved to have been even closer. Still, a beautiful bird and an enjoyable memory.
If you know me, you know I love coffee. And when it comes to coffee, there are a handful of really nice coffee houses in Alexandria.
Misha’s is a favorite spot of mine for a number of reasons:
- They roast their coffee in-house, right in front of you.
- The cups are orange, my favorite color.
- Nice selection of scones, muffins, doughnuts, etc.
- An iPod packed with an eclectic mix of jazz plays over the house speakers.
Maybe I’ll see you there sometime.
Sometimes you just have to look up…
This photo was taken underneath the Woodrow Wilson Bridge on a beautiful fall day. I’ve seen this image in my head a few times while walking there, but the conditions were never quite right.
If you stare long enough, the clouds begin to move.