Capitol Hill Hues
A week ago today I was en route to Union Station, headed towards an evening landing in Alabama. Temperatures were warming up there and I was ready to get back to my little work station. Or stations, their location still being a little more fluid than is best for productivity perhaps.
I spent pretty much the entirety of my long weekend in D.C. in Capitol Hill, off the Eastern Market Metro station. D.C. was the first big city I visited since starting this blog (unless we count Portland) and I know, without a doubt, that if I were again an urban dweller there would be no end to posts and reference to local shops, artisans, eats, sites, street name histories and so much more. It’s not that I find the city more photo rich than the countryside, but I suppose it does have a tremendous amount to do with what city or countryside you’re dealing with.
D.C. is very much a place brimming with material. Diversely hued rowhouses abound, nooks and creative crannies everywhere, bookstores and bars with reams of history.
I’m back home. For now, D.C., I’ll just have to dream about what goes on between the pages.