It's now officially warm enough to post this picture of Union Station in the snow. 

In DC, we grow our own Spaghetti. Note that the place next door, which appears to be brown, has a big banner describing it as blue. The Spaghetti Garden is self-evidently blue and needs no banner. 

Adams Morgan, the morning coffee shuffle begins. Hard-hats are optional. 

Why use a pick-up truck when you can be styling? 

He is wearing a belt, but it must be defective. 

The guy on the left will ask you for a cigarette. Note that he is already smoking a cigarette. Probably, he'll need one later, though. 

Is that really the best place to put your sign? 

Here's the "I don't know what" a little more close-up. I think it's a goat, and I prefer it to the Gaugin, actually. 

The gentleman who owns the building told me that the garage door was a Gaugin, while the thing on the facing wall is: "I don't know what." It could be a BORF, but that's not known for sure. 

Gallery G

She's beautiful. She has a cause. And she owns her own Art Gallery.

Goodbye winter. We could have loved you, but you kept teasing us, fading in and out of our lives. We didn't know how to dress from one day to the next. Spring's knocking at our door and we're probably going to let it in. 

This guy used to guard the stairs down into an Adams Morgan dive. Now he's gone. Did he scare away too many partially intoxicated patrons? Was he a liability problem? Or did someone just decide he could serve the world better somewhere else? 

The Raging Grannies made an appearance. I've loaded additional pictures here.

During the inauguration, protestors gathered in Dupont Circle. The theme was Pink Alert. 

One more shot of the Comet sign. 

The Comet sign, one of the great features of Adams Morgan, not yet dimmed by the owner's death. 

My friend John showed up for coffee saddened by the death of an icon in his neighborhood, Sydney Drazin. Though I didn't know the man myself, John reports he was the real deal

The bus driver said he nearly tried to drive through this area, but smelled a lot of smoke and decided to stop. I think it was one of those underground fires. Even though they put a ladder up top of the record store. 

This close-up of the boarded up window on Mount Pleasant just strikes me as marvelous. The gentleman who stopped and starred while I was taking these pictures agreed it was probably the best. 

I was taking this picture when some gentleman ducked in front of me. He was being polite. I took a couple more of the paintings on this building, and noticed he was standing there. He said "I never would have noticed that if I hadn't seen you taking that picture." 

About DC Streets

Too many times I've heard people subtly put down DC. Sometimes they complain about the architecture, or the people. They say we aren't friendly, or that we are all career obsessed. I've heard the city described as cold and alien, that we have no sense of neighborhood. Also, I've heard people from larger cities treat us like a bunch of hicks. Then there are the race issues. Seems like anyone coming here expecting to find race conflict finds exactly what they are looking for. Perhaps it was in their bags.
Instead of arguing, though, I've decided to just do what I do when we're walking down the streets. Point at things. "Look at that," I'll say. There are so many odd, strange, wonderful things here, but people get too intense and locked in to see them. Sometimes I'll string some photos together, though I may leave the message to you. So I'll just point at this, point at that. If you like what you see up front, check out the archives. As we go along, I'll add some favorites to this section.
-daniel h. jeffers