A midweek gift.

Wednesdays are my midweek weekend. I have to be in class for a few hours, but I don’t have to go to my internship. Wednesdays are the day that I explore the city, and spend some time alone. In a week filled with people and responsibilities and time lines and places to be, it is my day for me. After having a week or two of east coast winter weather, in Fall, it was just my luck to have a day of sunshine and light breeze. I decided to walk the city, explore some streets I’d never been on, and wander my way to the Hirshhorn art museum. I listened to all the Air albums on my giant headphones and spent my day in the company of modern art, architecture, and a sculpture garden. I ended my day with a bike ride all throughout the neighborhood streets of DC, and dinner in Chinatown with a new friend. It was absolutely perfect and a total success of a day. Enjoy my pictures, and definitely make time to have a day for yourself.

 

 

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The next shots are from the top of the tower of the old post office. Incredible view of all of the District. All directions. Breathtaking.

 

 

this is the building I was standing in front of before I went into the tower. See the second picture in the series.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The elevator that I rode to the top….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sculpture Garden…

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

Andy Warhol

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shadows. Reflections. And Entering The Art.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And now a few from my walk there…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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