Metro Fairy
Normally I don't think that I have the most interesting commute, that is until I decide to photograph it. Then interesting things happen. Last Friday I was coming home on the Metro after gathering audio for the Crow, when I saw this interesting concoction. Feathers. Feathers and peacock feathers too! Turns out these two ladies and a gentleman (not pictured) were on their way home from a photo shoot on the Mall. From what I gathered, the lady in black was supposed to be Icarus.
Normally this is my standard view of my Metro commute. It never seems to change for 26 or more minutes, twice a day, 5 times a week.
Walking back from the Metro I have to go through an athletic field at this school. The other day I saw some dude sleeping under a blanket, except I wasn't too sure if there was someone under the blanket, and if there was, I wasn't too sure if he was sleeping or dead. I didn't check, I was late for work. Later on that day, coming home I saw a cop talking to the guy. I think the guy left behind this, because it seems to have been there ever since:
Despite this rare occurence in my otherwise boring commute, I consider myself to live in a very odd neighborhood that sometimes borders on the surreal. In fact, the above picture probably could have been included in this essay I did about two years ago. Its on my old website that I don't bother to update anymore. I now have a new website which doesn't include that essay.
In other news tomorrow I'm up on the Hill covering Sara Taylor testifying before the Senate Judiciary on the firing of 8 federal prosecutors. That is if she testifies. Bush invoked his executive privilege. Yawn. This behavior from the White House has become so predictable. I can't wait to see what the Code Pink Ladies will be doing for this (not).
Normally this is my standard view of my Metro commute. It never seems to change for 26 or more minutes, twice a day, 5 times a week.
Walking back from the Metro I have to go through an athletic field at this school. The other day I saw some dude sleeping under a blanket, except I wasn't too sure if there was someone under the blanket, and if there was, I wasn't too sure if he was sleeping or dead. I didn't check, I was late for work. Later on that day, coming home I saw a cop talking to the guy. I think the guy left behind this, because it seems to have been there ever since:
Despite this rare occurence in my otherwise boring commute, I consider myself to live in a very odd neighborhood that sometimes borders on the surreal. In fact, the above picture probably could have been included in this essay I did about two years ago. Its on my old website that I don't bother to update anymore. I now have a new website which doesn't include that essay.
In other news tomorrow I'm up on the Hill covering Sara Taylor testifying before the Senate Judiciary on the firing of 8 federal prosecutors. That is if she testifies. Bush invoked his executive privilege. Yawn. This behavior from the White House has become so predictable. I can't wait to see what the Code Pink Ladies will be doing for this (not).
Labels: Commute, Metro, Photography
2 Comments:
I like this post because it was particularly long. Also, seeing you actually take pix on the metro makes me feel less stressed about doing it as well. I normally feel like someone is going to deem me an enemy combatant and beat my ass with a knight stick or a boot.
That's a nice Azteca temple in the last frame. Did you go to Mexico?
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