Last weekend, I had the opportunity to revisit an old habit that I’ve sadly abandoned since moving to DC: the urban wander. In other cityscapes, I’ve spent entire days journeying through concrete forms and twisty streets, hiking up promising hills, chasing treelines, nestling on park benches — the perfect voyeur. The jolly watcher.

It occurred to me — big camera hanging from my side — that wandering aimlessly through downtown DC made me a tourist. Of course, unlike a tourist, I was totally unphased when the trees parted on Pennsylvania Avenue and a huge, white building sprung out.

Oh, yeah, the Capitol.

Hallowed halls. The outward-in essence of DC. Government. Liberty. History. A hunk of a dome tossed with some pillars. Funny (?) how (easily) it fades into the background…

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