The best thing about fall is that if you do fall there are always fall leaves to soften your landing. Also, its versatility as a word.
At Kenilworth Park, October 2020.
Move over, Batman. This is what true living on the edge looks like, as seen at a Library of Congress exhibit.
Margaret Bourke-White on the job, photograph by Oscar Graubner, 1930.
The Georgetown waterfront is great for airplane watching, although the residents may not be too happy about that. I don’t think this one would have turned out as well as it did had the glare not been so intense.
There are graceful, majestic sports played almost every week at the Capital One Arena; and then there is Monster Jam. Oof!
From the Department of You Can’t Make This Up: the face of D.C. pedestrian safety was hurt in a hit-and-run. And not just a little bit:
Stephen Grasty was placed in a neck brace and taken to George Washington University Hospital, where doctors treated him for a long list of injuries, including a broken leg, foot and vertebra. His C6 vertebra was “hanging on a hair,” Shelly Grasty said.
D.C. could be one of the most pedestrian and bicycle-friendly cities in America (just look at these lanes!), but you just can’t get away from out-of-town drivers. (ᔥAxios)
From the archive: the author presenting some preclinical work on the cell cycle at the AACR annual meeting in Washington DC, circa 2017. Little did I know that six years later I’d be living just a few blocks down the street.
More crowded than usual.
You don’t need to live in DC to appreciate Martin Weil’s delightful prose about its weather this weekend:
Both days, Friday and Saturday, innocent of haze and atmospheric moisture as they were, seemed to celebrate change and assure us that in coming days, humidity would cease to be a concern.
These two days seemed to embody the exhilaration that comes of seeing blue skies, and nothing but blue skies, everywhere we looked.
Of course, when it comes to weather reporting nothing can beat Kevin Killeen’s story on why February is the worst month.
“On the morning of 8/6/1945, the Yamaki family and their bonsai survived the United States' atomic bombing of Hiroshima. 30 years later, bonsai master Masuru Yamaki offered this tree, one of his oldest and most precious, as part of a gift from the people of Japan to the people of the United States”
When traveling through Washington National airport, looking up is so much more rewarding than looking down. Not as safe, of course, but beauty comes with risks.
Boarded then left a broken JetBlue plane, and noticed how… ugly abstract the carpet was while waiting at the gate.
