I went to an Irish-style pub named Nanny O'Brien's. I was there to take pictures of a fellow member of Vets for Peace. She plays several traditional Irish instruments during frequent Irish musician gatherings at Nan's. The music is amazing, the best thing is the musicians just sit around a table in the back room socially playing their instruments and drinking.
My friends Andrew and Maris wash their dog Matilde
I have been burning this prayer candle since pope John Paul II died. I am hoping for an African Pope who will help bring real equality to the World. However, I think this might be a Santeria candle.
I went to the hospital today to pick up my friend M. E. Sprengelmeyer from the recovery room. He had surgery to have a small tumor taken from his thumb. A tumor he named Lumpy. Though the surgery was minor it will definitely put a damper on M.E.'s productivity as a writer for Scripps Howard News Service. Headline -- Lumpy is Dead.Pre-Surgery Serenade
Yesterday I hiked over to M.E.'s place to witness his last accordion playing for who knows how long. On the way to his place I stopped at the Mount Pleasant Dollar Store to pick up a magnifying glass to help focus on a good thumb picture.
My old friend and Marine Corps photographer came to visit me yesterday. My former brother in arms Miller is now an active duty sergeant. He has been taking videography courses at Defense Information School not too far from here. We sailed to Afghanistan together in the Marine Corps with Eason, another friend of ours I decided to call -- only to find that he had joined an infantry reconnaissance unit of the Florida National Guard just yesterday! I couldn't believe he had actually joined the Army. Having been a Marine it seems like sacrilege. Eason said one of the main reasons he joined the Army was because in many ways it would be easier to be Army reconnaissance than it was being a Marine photographer. We all laughed.
Here are Andy and Kevin, a couple of friends from class. Andy, in the background, took a photo vacation to Bosnia over spring break. He decided to leave his digital camera with Kevin while he was gone, shooting 30 rolls of black and white film instead.
A Catholic group organized a peace protest and march today. The protest stopped and prayed in 14 government buildings including the Capitol and White House. The 14 prayer stations represented the 14 Stations of the Cross.
Last night I was walking home and decided to take a short cut to see if there was anything worth photographing in a particularly photogenic alley I know. For some reason the tricycle is a favorite subject of many photographers. Maybe because it's an easy subject to read into; it all started during childhood.
Here Lorraine is going down the escalators at the Farragut West subway station. She commutes between Alexandria and D.C. every weekday through a series of tunnels and a network of buses.
I was fortunate enough to get a couple photos of First Lady Laura Bush discussing this year's Corcoran Gallery Biennial Exhibition with the gallery's president and director David Levy. She visited the museum today to previewed the exhibit before its public opening. I wondered if the cutting edge-art displayed in the Biennial was too radical for the First Lady's taste. I said, "I hope you enjoyed the exhibit." Mrs. Bush answered for her entire entourage as she was leaving through the front doors, "Yes, we enjoyed it very much."
I've been watching a lot of television lately. It calms and creates my writers' block. I have my own Nielsen Television Rating project. I find myself watching the History Channel in the morning and cartoons like Futurama, and King of the Hill in the middle of the night. Is gathering information while I drink a cup of coffee jump starting my brain? Do I look for comfort in humor when it gets dark? Oh, Night! Your strange comfort is a daily reminder of Death. (Dramatized for television.)
