This one will be brief and insipid, less interesting than the previous month’s sampler essay.
Saturday, The 7th
I was on my way to do a photography project at the 1920 Club in Washington, DC, when I grabbed this image along 14th Street at Swann Street NW.
That was really the best part of the afternoon.
Sunday, The 8th
The next day, I cooked with Kate.
Shallots are good.
Maybe I don’t read social cues well.
Friday, The 13th
It’s the night of Friday The 13th, and I am again at Washington National Cathedral.
What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.
Monday, The 16th
This was something.
“Fresh NGS mag with the gold on the border.”
Yeah, there was supposed to be more from where that came, but that didn’t happen.
Oh, well.
Jimbaux
