Around the Capital City

Today was warm with a beautiful sky.


A familiar structure


The Old Post Office


Jacob at the White House



Later: I am in bed and from my fourth floor room can hear the sensual sounds of the saxophone being played by a street musician on the opposite corner. That is something I love about a city - street music - and how the night air adds depth to the acoustics. During the day, we were walking around the White House and heard the sound of a classical guitar. It was from a guy who was about twenty feet from where an Asian woman was warning of nuclear destruction. We talked to the guitarist a bit, and here he is.