a few rides on the hudson line north.
I caught this short alley walking home the other day on Calvert Street. Funny, I’ve must have walked past it a few hundred times in the last year, but just this once, I happened to look up, or left, or whatever it was.
I must be in a finding mode.
Last week I had a similar experience, perhaps a foreshadow of this picture – I walked, literally, upon a hidden road winding its way down into a DC crevice.
Anyways, that’s another post.
We cruised downtown today, my handler expressing guilt in doing her job and doing it well. Recent spats of public muggings – perhaps, as was suggested, a result of increased tourism from upcoming world cup construction – limited outdoor exposure with any unconcealed equipment – especially those of the less-than-brazilian nature (me).
A destination was the Iberê Camargo Foundation Museum. Four exterior photos were selected, edited, refined, and settled on – three of which were shelved for the last, as a quick interweb result revealed few others had dissimilar results.
Unfortunately, only two of the four or five floors were open for viewing.
Fortunately, the second revealed downtown from a different perspective.
Overall, the ICFM reveals flavors of Meier-High and Wright-SRG with its own unique twist of light and air with the seemingly paper-lite appendages.