First of all, I love D.C. I spent a lot of time there as a child, and being as such, the city holds a soft spot in my heart. I arrived in my gate two hours before my flight was scheduled to depart. This is totally my M.O. I am a person that is chronically early, so as to avoid any anxious feelings. I’ve been this way my whole life.
It was a beautiful day, a perfect fall day.
Upon my arrival, on Friday I headed to the hill. I was lucky to stay with my fabulous Aunt/Friend, who happens to live in a fabulous row townhouse about a block from the mall. Friday night we walked the whole mall. The sunset was one of Hollywood. So many things are the same as they have always been, but there were some new things that I encountered. The National Museum of Native American History was something new for me. It is several years old, but I hadn’t encountered that one yet. I must say that the architecture of the building was really a wonder. In the fall sunset, diffused light wrapping around it, I was hooked. One of the loveliest additions to the mall, in my opinion. After an Italian dinner in a hill neighborhood restaurant, I retired at 8pm. I have not gone to sleep before early am hours since grade school. Thus, the stress of travel.
Saturday I arose to shoot a luncheon event at the Old Ebbitt Grill, a D.C. landmark. As it was, the lunch was canceled, so I had the early afternoon to myself. I walked about, camera in hand, and came to rest on a patio, where I had a massive cheese plate, and a Malbec.
Late afternoon rolled around, so I arrived at my evening shoot. It was at the Metropolitan Club on H Street. An ancient, old boy’s establishment club. I photographed a fabulous event, and was home at half past one in the morning. The next day, I was out of the house by 7am.
My Sunday morning shoot was at the Chevy Chase Club, in Maryland. A quick cab ride at that hour on a Sunday, and I was there in the morning light. The grounds were lovely. Dew dripped, and dancing with light. I photographed a wonderful brunch event here, and then I was free for the day. I got back into the city, and watched a bit of the Falcons game. Then, it was off to the eastern market in the hill. Lots of cute stuff, lots of not so cute, but this is one of my favorite open markets anywhere. My aunt and I sat down and enjoyed a Margarita, with benefit of yucca and tamale. It was a good Sunday.
Before I left on Monday, I had the distinct honor of visiting my nearly 90 year old Grandmother, whom I have not seen in many moons. It was so wonderful. We played scrabble. Unfortunately, I won.
Cheers, to our nation’s capital!