Hard manual labor is a nice contrast from the day-to-day swamp crawl that working in a bureaucracy can sometimes feel like. As the day bled into the evening, though, I got cleaned up from heavy yard work, and rested at home from my labors feeling instantly confined and claustrophobic. I had to get out. So I got into my car and drove downtown toward the monuments - a place I hadn't spent much time around in recent months. I found a parking lot, and armed only with a bottle of Dr. Pepper, started walking around toward Lincoln. I'm always drawn to columns, and the Memorial's Doric columns call to me. I didn't intend to shoot photographs while warding off whatever it as that afflicted my psyche that evening, but while walking along the side of the Memorial, I shot this one, and captured my first image of the columns that I feel worthy to post.
Shot with an iPhone 6s plus, this didn't quite settle the scattered things in my mind, but did leave me with something I can look back to with satisfaction in the otherwise lousy night.
