the District of Columbia (I know, total copout, hush).
This marks the 15th year that I've lived in DC-adjacent. Despite briefly considering jumping ship for Chicago around the turn of the millennium, I can't imagine living any where else. It's home to me, much the way Columbus and Gambier have been. I'm not saying that I'll never live anywhere else, but for now, this is home.
Last night, with the temperature hovering around 60, I decided to mosey Mall-ward and check out the National Tree.
What is going on with the junk in the trunk of that tree? Seriously! Last night was an experiment in taking photos at night with no flash. A second may not seem like a very long period of time, but while you're standing there trying not to move while the shutter's open? Well, give it up. I'm glad I didn't go through the hassle of lugging my tripod around, but I do understand that it comes in handy in situations like these.
There was a children's choir singing last night when I arrived at the Ellipse, and I have to admit to getting the giggles. Not at their performance, per se, but at the wild gesticulating on the part of the choir instructor. Oh, I remember those days well. Now, if only they had a handbell choir…