And you aren’t:

I saw this there:

If you are easily scared of displays of lights arranged like dinosaurs:

No, I have not taken up yoga and will not proceed to spend all of my time extolling the virtues of Bikram vs. Ashtanga.  Nope, not going that way.  Rather, I’d like to use this entry to explain about a place I visited that might look familiar:

This is the obelisk George Washington toiled to build with his bear hands, until he died and they buried him under it.  No, that is totally false.  But this is the man’s monument and like most of Washington contains lots of information that make olde George sound like a combination between Bruce Willis and the Jimmy Stewart character in “It’s A Wonderful Life.”  I mean Bruce Willis in the Die Hard movies.  Not the actual guy.  Both made up of course.  Anyway, so there is a lot of Washington stuff on the inside of the big stick.  And some great views from it onto the outside:

The first time I visited the Library of Congress, I was 22 and kind of a Euro-phile.  One of those annoying white people who thought that everything was better in Europe, Europe, Europe.  I thought America was nothing but strip malls and Burger Kings.  I got a bit of respect for America and its history when I saw this:

It amazed me just how lovely this was and how old fashioned and how thoroughly American it was.  Then I looked up:

No, not of the Sistine variety, but lovely nevertheless.  Let’s not forget the columns:

I take all my friends to this place when I visit DC.  At first they doubt.  Then, they believe.

I heard this chestnut a lot when I lived in DC.  I now realize the wonk saying this just meant to look outside:

It is who is come home with the princess:

I used to shoot pictures with a Kodak Slide film called “Extra Color.”  You got it at 100 speed and it was in slides so when you got the projector out of your grandmother’s attic, you could look at the photos.  And oooh, 100 speed.  You could shoot until all the way until 2pm on a sunny day.  Those were the days.

I finally realized that the mistake I was making with the film was not actually using it but where I was using it.  For example in Florida, it would have been perfect:

Let’s listen silently to what the photos are telling us: