Just look up sometimes. Things are happening up there.

Just as the burn of past-tired turns into an unbearable burden, dawn’s footsoldiers deliver beauty to your doorstep. In those situations, some of them anyway, I stop, breathe, and capture. This photo was taken less than 100 feet from the former entrance to the Columbia Road School. ¡Arriba los niños!

The old stomping grounds. Imagine faces upturned, listening. Some rooms still command something from me. In this case, here, it is the memory of a discovery – a separate wing in the building with pristine classrooms and afternoon light that makes you want to quit studying altogether.

Sometimes you look at the city, and sometimes the city looks back at you.

The sky at night from a bus stop. That blue thing is the moon.

Those are G-Unit sneakers on the feet of a fifth grader from Gainesville, FL. the entire fifth grade class got a trip to DC, and I got to see them descend upon the McDonalds at Union Station at six in the morning. Unfortunately, my pic of the fifth grade, and their matching yellow baseball caps somehow disappeared.

They say that success is one part skill, one part luck. Some mornings I wake up thinking about the light that comes through the windows. And evenings when I wake up from a nap on the office floor, I think about both what they say, and what I see.