A decade ago, I thought the Mount Pleasant neighborhood in D.C. was going to disappear.
A visual diary?
I sometimes wish I was a cartoonist. Not that I have ideas for a cartoon, but it seems like a really great medium: so flexible and accessible.
There was a storm today, and afterwards I hiked around on untouched blankets of snow.
Overheard, from the observation platform above the Library of Congress main reading room:
Man: What do I need to get into the main reading room?
Last night there was a fairly significant solar storm, and supposedly the Northern Lights could be seen as far south as ... well, far south.