Not long after dawn, we breezed into DC on I-395 with a special pass...a lone car cruising on the HOV lanes. The empty concrete landscape seemed a fiction. In the end, the deserted highway was real and the mirage came later. Once afoot and with tickets in hand, the blue ticket line unraveled into gridlock, and for no apparent reason stood still...for hours. One particular ticket holder amidst the standstill recorded a collective eruption of frustration and shared it with the Washington Post.
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...a space for focusing and commenting on images, for ranting in the lexicon of pictures, for exploring the dissonance and/or consonance between words and digital hieroglyphs...an aperture into the marginalia of the everyday or the unusual.
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