Halting Hesitation...

There are times when we pause, and contemplate what lies ahead. Sometimes we self-consciously hide these moments. Transparency seems more opaque after the onset of adulthood.

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Here, my nephew ponders and processes, frozen in pose as he looks up at the slide. I was lucky to be a few feet away and able to memorialize the indecision. He was so honest about his assessment. It made me smile.

Garden Variety Geometries...

Most of my workday includes sitting under fluorescent lights and walking over synthetic carpets. Today, the artificiality of such labor induced an urge to take a long lunch. So, I walked around the US Botanic Garden just a few blocks away. Cellulose curves. Fibered forms. Colored chaos. Festive furrows. I decided to alternate between multicolor and monochrome, a tale of a tour, told in ten pictures.



(If you want to search for your own garden groove, at your own pace...click here.)

The distraction came to an end, and it was time to head back to work. The fluorescent lights were still dull, the carpet still fabricated, but the greenhouse...should still be there tomorrow.

Saturday Asymmetry

The mid-morning rainstorm had ruined his plans to play in the park. When the sun returned, he lifting the paper shade, and peered through the window. I saw the opportunity and greeted him from the other side with the lens. He just stared back.


Later in the day, I noticed other lines with a bit more color and a brighter disposition....

Familiar Faces...

I forgot to mention that Friday evening we gathered for a bit of family fun. The Miami cousins...ventured back into the area and all of our kids ran around for a few hours. Ricky's wild bunch displayed great patience as I followed them around with the camera. Here are a few portraits of the next generation.



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S-Capades...

Saturday, we enjoyed leafy Thai lunch, and then headed into DC to watch a soccer double-header. The Washington Freedom played first, and we cheered the women on against their Chicago rivals, the Red Stars. 0-0 was the final result, a sleepy 90 minutes of play.

DC United took the field an hour later. We sat in section 336, close to the Barra Brava section of crazy fans...the supporters that stand and cheer and sing and throw their cups of beer in the air when the team scores. Here are a few glimpses of the more civilized moments.


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Sunday, Gabriela had a game in the early afternoon. A few hours later, the grown-ups slipped into their gear and once again thumbed our noses at our age playing for a few hours in the heat and humidity. When it was all said and done, we were all sweaty and on the verge of sunstroke. So we we sat around, and cooled off while telling stories.

Pre-Teen Poetics

They spent the entire day setting the stage and framing the café context, and hours later parents and other family members returned to snap their fingers in approval. Bongo drums and lava lamps conjured images from the past. Tonight, a new generation of poetic hipsters cycled through the stage in their own words, tracing beats laid down by Kerouac and Ginsburg decades ago. After a few click-clicks of the lens, here's a set of visual stanzas...snap-snap.


Click here, and feel free to write your own comments on each image as the beat goes on....