Impressions of D.C.

I’ll say this for Washington D.C.  It is possibly the cleanest city I’ve ever been in, bar none.

Maybe that’s because Congress is currently on vacation.

Our almost three days there were filled with sightseeing – the museums, the monuments, the memorials and of course the White House.

It was beautiful and big and overwhelming, as well as hot and humid and tiring.

We liked it more than Disneyworld.

From a photography point of view, D.C. is a difficult town.  I mean, everything is BIG, and CLASSIC.   How do you take a photo of the Capitol that hasn’t already been taken?  How do you capture something new at the Lincoln Memorial?  My favorite shots are almost always macro shots, and Washington D.C. doesn’t lend itself to “close up”; not in its’ buildings or its’ politics.

Of course, inside the White House there are amazing opportunities galore for a different take on a classic piece, but no one is allowed the use of a camera inside anymore.  At least no one who booked a tour through their congressman.  (But thank you very much, Jerrold Nadler and your amazing office staff!)  So my fingers itched in vain for a camera when I saw the portrait of Grace Coolidge, which isn’t mentioned in any of the literature but which is, for my money, one of the most striking portraits in the place.

As an aside, I sort of can’t wrap my head around having spent some time in the same building in which President Lincoln lived.  What I wouldn’t give for a glimpse of the Lincoln bedroom and his writing desk!

Of course, despite the lack of up close and personal, I took a lot of photographs.  I’ll be showcasing some of them over the next few days.   Here are a few that might look familiar:

The kids, the Capitol, the lovely skies

Several of the many Smithsonian buildings that dominate in limestone

In front of the infamous Ford's Theater

Near the base of the Washington Monument

Flags around the Washington Monument, with the Lincoln Memorial in the distance

A photo carried for 40 years, now a memento at the Vietnam War Memorial

The living reflected in the names of the dead.

The Lincoln Memorial with a jumbo jet fly by

About Amy

Amy Milstein was born and raised on a farm in Indiana, but after 20+ years considers herself a full-fledged New Yorker. She is married with two kids, who do not go to school but are instead life learners. This means they learn by living in the world (real life ) instead of hearing about it and simulating it in a classroom. With her family, Amy loves to travel, read, watch movies, write, sew, knit - the list is endless.
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