(One of the perks of writing a blog that no one pays us a nickel to write is that we can damn well do what we want, when we want, and in What Order.  So my story of our DC trip will be published when the photos are edited.  And that means from end to beginning.  Yes, younger people would have used a different memory chip for each day, but hey, we all learn from our mistakes.)

I feared my new knee would not be sufficiently strong or reliable to do much walking in D.C.   But it held up and after hiking five miles or so combined in days one and two of our visit, and it felt good enough to do another couple of miles to see the outdoor sculptures at the Hirshhorn and National Gallery of Art.  Kat took some wonderful pictures, and her pics are the story here.   Of course I will butt in with some verbiage and adjectivage, but I cannot let her completely own the spotlight.  And here we go.

 

I thought the one above would be an elephant going uphill for re-election, but no.  The one below looked to me like a Normandy beach obstacle, but once again, wrong.

Didn’t Rodin chisel out The Thinker?   Yo, I never took Art History:  don’t trust me.

One has to be of a certain age to remember typewriter erasers.  They were worthless.  The IBM Selectric III put them out of business, if Liquid Paper had not already done so.  And then came word processors.  How did we live back then?

In the winter people skate on this fountain, when global warming will allow it.

Some poor goose had just re-seeded the turf here.  The pigeons may get him fired.

Kat knew somebody from the White House was flying to Dayton and then to El Paso to console first responders to those mass shootings.  She threw up this pic and didn’t think she hit it.  Blowing up the frame by 600% reveals a new helicopter with a white top and green bottom:  Marine One on its way to Andrews AFB carrying Putin’s best American friend.