There are thousands of national treasures in Washington, D.C., but the Library of Congress is surely one of the grandest.
At the Tomb of the Unknown.
In the Apothecary Shop at Colonial Williamsburg. Spooky in its sparse banality.
In the Bindery, also at Colonial Williamsburg. I loved the light we had at midday.
One of my fabulous mother-in-law's doll houses. She does beautiful work. This one is Victorian.
My sweet Opera Poodle on the Metro.
The Jefferson Memorial from the top of the Washington Monument. I had to take it through the murky, fingerprint-covered window. It came out looking like an antique postcard, don't you think?
Hey, my Canon also does black and white pretty well. I think Bengal took this.
Bruton Parish Church, Williamsburg.
Amphitheater at Arlington National Cemetery.
This is how I mostly looked during the trip: vaguely puzzled, and very, very hot. We got to Busch Gardens, Williamsburg just as the heat wave was getting under way. The water cost $2.89 a bottle, and we bought a lot of it.
How I'm feeling right. about. now. An Old Woman Dozing Over a Book by Nicolaes Maes, 1655, from the National Gallery. There was a kick-ass Rembrandt exhibit going on, too.
The book I'm reading is Jo Nesbo's, The Snowman. More on that just as soon as I finish it...