I’ve been to Washington, D.C. one time.
I was in college and it was in November. As a Floridian, it was definitely cold.
I remember feeling this sense of weight — a gravitas — the honor of being at the epicenter of our country’s government. The history and the architecture made me feel like I was one tiny little part of a huge mosaic of the history of the nation. It was beautiful and it was moving.
And my pictures were horrible. Such is life.
Just for fun, I’ve included one of the photos I took in this gallery. Don’t worry, you’ll know which one.
But for the sake of anyone reading this post, I’ve asked Fracture friend Andy Feliciotti to share his best photo spots of the District of Columbia. Enjoy. – Drew