We went traipsing around NoMa a few weekends back (with some black and white film in the camera) to take a look at all the construction going on, and there is a LOT of it. I snapped this shot of Bowser and Matt walking under some scaffolding, into the abyss. Look at Bowser’s tiny little hind legs! They are so so cute. I guess Matt isn’t bad, either.
Another alley photo for your Wednesday afternoon. It looks like cars haven’t made their way in or out of here in quite some time. Maybe the owner just uses it as a storage area, accessed only from inside. Either way, I’m picturing all sorts of creepy things beyond that door.
That title, yeah, that’s probably what we should have named this blog, since we post so many pictures of just that. And yet, it just didn’t flow off the tongue as easily as Juxtaexposed. This tiny child’s bed is one of the creepier things we’ve come across on the street, though. Maybe because it doesn’t really look discarded, per se. More like someone just threw out a perfectly good looking kid’s bed for no reason. It’s so clean looking. Hopefully someone just hit a growth spurt and outgrew it and is onto their very first big-kid bed. Either that, or they were just setting up to camp outside for one night. It’s a mystery.
Just when you thought the blog was gone forever… I finally post another photo! Matt snapped this shot with his cool new Android Retro Camera app, so that’s why it looks all retro-like. It was taken underneath a southwest portion of the Southeast-Southwest Freeway, otherwise known as the massive tangle of roads that cut off the lower portion of DC from the rest of the city. Looks like a pretty good set for a thriller, yes?
Bowser loves photography. He was jumping up and down and barking (making gremlin noises) excitedly in front of this print in our upstairs hallway for a few minutes. Finally we realized the smoke alarm on the ceiling directly above it was chirping to indicate that it’s time to change the batteries. It’s more fun though to think that our dog really likes artwork and not just beeping noises. Little guy has ups!!
Ahhhh Friday. Time for the weekend and a little Rest and Relaxation. Thank goodness! We have a full plate of things to do, people to see — a long training run before the Baltimore Half Marathon in 2 weeks, looking at houses on Saturday, and watching McNabb and the Redskins beat the Eagles. What are your plans?
did art ever die?
There are lots of clever ways that city-dwellers find to lock up their wheels, especially because living space is usually at such a premium. In our basement apartment, we’ve got two bikes vertically mounted to a wall rack, one tied up out back next to the hose, one mounted outside to metal rings in the door entryway, and one that sits in the floor space at the front “foyer.” So yeah, we have to be conscious of our storage space.
Walking home on 16th Street one night, we spotted the brilliant idea above. Perfect use of just-outside-the-window storage space…. It has a good set of bars to lock it too, and also a pretty annoying place for someone to try and steal it. nice thinking!
Just one more of the many recognizable murals found on 18th Street in Adams Morgan. According to Cultural Tourism DC , this one was painted from a photo by restaurant owner André Neveux in 1980.
The figure is cabaret singer Aristide Bruant, as painted by the famous Parisian Toulouse-Lautrec.
This photograph was one in a set of “black-white-color” images that Matt created in his set of framed photography for the hallways of Union Row.
While waiting for the bus this morning, I spotted this little guy on the side of the curb, maybe waiting for the same bus as me… Or maybe just straight-up chillin’. (hah!) I think we got about 4 inches of snow in DC overnight, but it’s hard to say, because it’s one of those really wet, heavy snows that piles up a lot higher than it may actually be because the flakes are so huge. That’s my completely made-up weather-girl take on it, anyways. The only thing I can say for sure is that all the commuters looked like sad little kids that ran to the window this morning to see a completely blanketed yard, but then turned on the news and found no cancellations. No eating breakfast in their PJs, or sledding all morning followed by grilled cheese and hot cocoa for lunch. Nope, just sludging to work with big ol’ boots on. Myself included.
