The Cherry Blossom Festival

The other day, I went with my little sister (through Big Brothers Big Sisters) to the Cherry Blossom Festival in our nation’s capital.  This event is one of those mainstays in DC that folks look forward to attending every year.  We chose a decent day to go, though I was surprised by how cold it was that Saturday.  Thankfully, I’ve been delivered from worrying about what people think about how I look, so I walked down the pathways with my head completely wrapped in my scarf (and stayed warm).  I think the subsequent weekends were filled with rain, so again, we really did pick a great weekend to go and see the blossoms.  And I guess you can say it was my first time really attending the festival, although a couple of years ago, my mom and I went at the end of the celebration and saw the remnants of the blossoms on a few trees.  All in all, it was a beautiful sight to see pink and white cherry blossoms hanging on trees and being carried by wind.

My PSA:  If you ever in town for the festival, I suggest you come and see it!  But don’t be like me and forget your hat, earmuffs and gloves! It’s still cold in April in DC!

See select photographs from this trip below, and if you see something you like, don’t hesitate to leave me a comment!


The Washington Monument


The Blossoms


The Blossoms Up Close


With the Water


The Pink


Up Close Branch


The Expanse


Capturing it all


All Blossoms


The Jefferson


Some Yellow


The Hat



Historical Perspectives…

If you went to Oglethorpe University, you will recognize this project title from the Junior Year Core Classes.  For whatever reason back then, I did not have an appreciation for the historical perspectives that were shared with the exception of one of the books we read (I did like the other Core classes though).  At the time, we read ancient texts, like Aeschylus’ Oresteia, which wasn’t entirely bad, it just wasn’t something that I was going to pick up on my own.  Perhaps that is one of the goals of higher education – to expose people to other perspectives, other literature, and other cultures.

Well being in the Nation’s Capital, I am constantly reminded of our early beginnings as a country.   This happens when I’m downtown and I see the Washington Monument standing high and proud in the sky or when a newly formed political party decides to have a “Restoring Honor” rally at a historic site…  Regardless, I have made several trips to really see the DC area landmarks during the past year, and its exciting because almost everywhere you go, you will be a part of the masses from US citizens to people from Asian countries to the citizens African, European, and other Eastern nations.  You will hear different languages spoken.  You will see an abundance of cameras (I think you’ll see more Nikons than Canons, and I am not biased).  You will attempt to catch a clear view of one of the monuments, and then people will walk right in front of you and your camera, so much so that you will then decide to make the people the subjects of your images, and just let the monuments be the backdrops.  Perhaps that was just my approach, but I think I have painted you a vivid enough picture.  Now allow me to show you what my Nikon and I captured in Downtown DC!

Images below are from the Lincoln Memorial, the Reflection Pool, the Washington Monument, the Jefferson Memorial, the National Mall, the Potomac River, the World War II Memorial, and all of the places in between!

The Washington Monument through the crowd

The Washington Monument through the crowd 2

Checking out Lincoln

The Columns

The Sign

Disrespecting the WWII Memorial

DC Recycles

DC Recycles Too

But sometimes, DC doesn't recycle

Flying a Kite

Flying a Kite with Daddy

Running up the steps

Taking Long Strides

Taking it all in

The Writings on the Wall

The Pillar

Walking Away


A Glimmer of Hope

Trip to the Luce Foundation Center for American Art

I recently went to an exhibit by Maryland sculptor Margaret Boozer, which was a part of the Art and Coffee series put on by the Luce Foundation Center for American Art.   Now when it comes to art, I don’t really get into the abstract pieces.  I love details, accuracy, and perspective, but, done the right way, I appreciate some distortion.  Anyway, this artist had a fascination with clay cracking and drying, and in a lot of her work, you are going to see those natural crack lines and the lines that she encourages the cracks to form on.  As she discussed her process and her inspirations, I started to appreciate her technique and focus more and more… and I was able to see the art and beauty and skill in cracked and dried clay.  Well, while I was at the exhibit, I was hesitant to pull out my camera because I know that you cannot take pictures in some of the buildings in DC.  So, after I saw the museum worker start snapping pictures with a flash, I knew that it was alright for me to pull my camera out.  Well, wouldn’t you know, she came over to me to ask a question.  No – she did not ask me to put my camera away.  Rather, she asked if I would not mind posting the pictures I was taking on the museum’s facebook page.  I was all too delighted to post my images on their facebook page, which they actually had a business card for.  It is truly amazing to see how times have changed in a relatively short amount of time!

See images from this trip below, and if you’re ever in the DC area, check this site out!  It’s definitely worth it!

Art and Coffee

From the Back

Move from behind the scenes


The clay pot


Now this is the clay fireplace facade that I would have her do in my house.

The Fireplace

Margaret speaking

I just loved the line she made with her arms to depict what was going on in the image on the computer screen.

The Movement

Flipping through the dirt book

This was Margaret Boozer’s actual exhibit at this museum.

Her clay pot exhibit

Speaking with another artist

Now since I was at this museum, I just had to look at the other exhibits.  Among my favorites was this collage of African-American paintings with familiar stories.  Even though the style used was very simple, the painter was still very effective in capturing these moments in time.

The Black Paintings

Then there was this beautiful folk-art styled necklace… I don’t know if I’d ever wear something as ornate as this one, but I was drawn to it at the museum.

The ornate necklace