•April 16, 2010 • Leave a Comment

In a perfect world, little men would always have a daddy who takes them to parades. While this can’t always happen, it’s good to see that in some cases, it still does. This picture helps reassure me that there are still strong, heroic fathers in the world, willing to stoop down and lift a little boy up to eye-level, so he can have a full view of the world.

Picture taken Saturday, April 10th, 2010.



•April 12, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Due to the early warm weather, the Cherry Blossoms (at their self-titled week-long festival) in DC chose to bloom a bit early this year. While this is all well and good, it meant that the majority of visitors who came the second weekend of the festival completely missed the vast majority of blossoms… myself included. Upon arriving at the Tidal Basin, where an entire walk is shaded by the Sakura trees, we noticed a distinct lack of pink… anything. Giving up, we kept moving forward to our next endeavor – seeing at Nationals baseball game (which also was a bust).

Along the way, however, we ran into a small patch of five or six Sakura trees, still in full bloom. A gaggle of 40 or so tourists were gathered beneath their branches, all taking pictures. We didn’t stay very long, but I took enough pictures of the pretty, delicate flowers to tide me over until next year.

Picture taken Saturday, April 10th, 2010.

.rise richmond.

•April 2, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Every spring and fall, Area 10 cancels its Sunday morning service in order to get out into the community and participate in service projects. This year we had 185 people serving in four different locations for three hours. That makes a total of 555 community service hours in one morning!

My Artist’s Community small group met up at Cary Elementary to re-paint a map of the USA on the blacktop. Here, Zach and Nick are touching up the northeastern states.

Picture taken Sunday, March 28th, 2010.

.home sweet home.

•April 1, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Just over a week ago, for the seventh time in the past three years, I packed up all my belongings and relocated them to a change of scenery. This time I landed in the lovely home of the Shibut’s. Their home has a warm, lived-in feel with lots of bright colors and constant, calm activity taking place: critters running around the backyard, enjoying dropped birdseed, a maine coon lazily yawns and watches them from her indoor perch, and the tv glows and buzzes in the evenings. It feels familiar to the home I grew up in, which is perhaps why I felt instantly comfortable there.

A real home feels so much different than a dorm room or a twenty-something apartment. There is a sense of stability and longevity that the poster-clad walls and futons of youth cannot compete with. Things are softer, warmer – more welcoming.

It’s not in my near future, and part of me is glad of it, but I’m also looking forward to the day when I know I won’t have to move out of a space by that time next year, so that I can really start to lay the foundations for a real home.

Picture taken Wednesday, March 31st, 2010.

.dirty little fellow.

•March 31, 2010 • 1 Comment

Isabel, Chloe, and Mac are three of my new feline roommates, and they all have one hobby in common: watching critters. So, when I decided to work from home this afternoon, I took a moment to try and see what was so entertaining. I was vastly amused to find this little guy digging and rolling around in the flower pots outside, pausing only for a moment apparently to pose for a few pictures. Cute, ain’t he?

Picture taken Wednesday, March 31st, 2010.

.monument 10k.

•March 30, 2010 • Leave a Comment

On Saturday, thirty-seven thousand runners lined up to run a 10 kilometer race down Monument Avenue and back. Some raced to win, others to beat a personal best, others simply to finish, and still others to dress up in costume and just have a good time.

Picture taken Saturday, March 20th, 2010.

.separate consciousness.

•March 29, 2010 • Leave a Comment

In Elementary and Middle School, I always had about a 45 minute ride to and from school each morning. Most of the time I would quietly sit next to the window and think what I thought were grand thoughts as I watched all the cars and houses and people pass by.

One thing that utterly amazed me was that of all the hundreds of individual people I saw each morning, each was having an entirely separate cognitive and physical experience. Each person was seeing something different, feeling something different, and thinking something different. And none of them were really aware of one another’s existence.

This always strikes me when I can take a step back and see things from a wider lens… when can zoom out and see so many people in a crowd, each continuing their own story line.

Picture taken March 20th, 2010.