Staying with Clint and Emily

So, I am back in d.c. for the first time in 3 years. This is the first time I've been back to one of the places I lived and had an affection for (other than Maine of course). It is strange to come back to a place 3 years later. Some of my former discoveries (thrift stores, cafes, etc) are not here anymore. Some of the spots under construction then, look the same still! Same cranes and crater in Earth. People working just like then. 

Can I find my way along the same route from Union Station metro stop to Office of Exhibits Central by memory? How funny that when you get to the physical space, the memory kicks in. 

I went to the national portrait gallery. That venue was under construction, waiting to open, when I was here before. I'll have to go back again because I did not have enough time. Barbara Bosworth's silver gelatin photographs portray panoramic landscapes in 3 photos, leaving the black line between frames which forms during the process of making the images. A hip-hop/contemporary exhibit. Also especially drawn to silver gelatins taken at shows, blurred sometimes by D.J.'s moving hands. Posters as portraiture featuring Milton Glaser's Bob Dylan. Presidents. Who will be added next? A new exhibit opened this week "Women of our time"

overlap

I rarely ever watch t.v. since I don't have one. Project Runway was on at a friend's house recently. We were flipping through the channels trying to find something satisfying from 8:30 - 9:00 waiting until the 9:00 runway slot started.  Amazing how little substance. So many reality shows with teary-eyed contestants. I don't know. The news channel kept grabbing me even though it too feels soap opera-esque, as if the stories gathered are arranged to fit a plot. I have to admit, project runway sucks me in too. Big personalities. Overdone, poofy costumes. Would you wear that wedding dress? No. Would you? No. Ridiculous. That one's pretty though. The creator even says her clothing line is influenced by architecture and waves. Thinking about Lisa's overlap of dress and architecture here. 

shells

I went in my back yard and sat down. There did not seem to be much to see. Construction machines were beeping obnoxiously across the street. I looked down at the ground and there under my nose, or feet rather, dispersed all around were red-hot sized white snail shells. I did not see any live ones though.

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