I just love Halloween season. It means so many good things. Costumes, pumpkin beer, hot cider, my mom’s famous pumpkin cookies (I’m still waiting on), an apparent zombie walk in Silver Spring !!!, and CANDY CORN. Oh how I love it. I saved all the reject/deformed pieces from the bag last night, because they are just funny. I just enjoy the fact that a candy that is yellow, orange, and white always turns my tongue pink 
Another construction related photo today – only this one is screaming Halloween to me. Maybe it’s the orange color, or the triangular pieces that make me think of Jack-O-Lantern eye cutouts… or perhaps it’s the creeeepppyyy black fingerprints… hmmm did you notice those??
A tree and a street lamp and a wall. hooray!
Matt has been working on the construction site at Constitution Square (next to the New York Avenue metro in NoMA) for awhile now, and he takes all these realllllly cool pictures of the construction materials that make me go “whoa what *is* that!?!” There is so much color and texture and rhythm to be found in these not-yet-assembled pieces — eventually when put together it will go something like this. Or here is some time lapse photography. Since there are way too many pictures to post them individually, I threw them all together into a composition I would call blue, green, red: 3 circles, 3 squares, 3 lines
It’s a chilly morning, and the first one where I truly wished that I was wearing a sweater when I walked out the door… Try not to hurt your eyes looking at this picture.
I love this photo. It’s like the person on the left is yelling at you NO PARKING! I like the shadow patterns on the fence.
Since 8 is my lucky number, I consider today the coolest and most potentially lucky day of my life. And it will never come around again. Until 2088, when it will be even more cooler/lucky. Strangely enough, I just had to sit and consider if I could live long enough to see that day. That’s a weird thing to think about, and I guess it’s a stretch — I’d be 105 years old — but who knows, it’s not entirely out of the question.
Anyways, assuming today is the only 08-08-08 of my life, I’m thinking I should buy some lotto tickets or something, and hopefully I will have more luck than whoever discarded these un-winning tickets in a tree-stump trash can.
Eight has been my lucky number ever since kindergarten, and I specifically remember the day. We were on some sort of farm field trip and it was time to go home. This was back in the day when everyone’s parents had those station wagons that you could sit facing backwards in… you know, and look out the back window and it was so so awesome to be going backwards. Anyways, Mrs. Peggy was driving the three of us home – me, Charles, and Tammy, and we all wanted to sit in the back seats. But there were only two seats, so she told us all to guess a number between 1 and 10. So I guessed 8, and lucky me! that was the number. Woo! I got to sit facing backwards. Ever since then, it’s always been my favorite number… true story!
And as an added bonus the Olympics start tonight (!!!!) at 8pm. YAY!
These are 4 enormous trees in Rock Creek Park, but they are super cool because all 4 of the trunks here taper into one single monster momma trunk about 6 feet above the ground. They’re like 4 Siamese quadruplet trees each doin’ their own thing.
