Culturally, red is said to scare lions. So, red is common to most garments of a Maasai warrior. But I detect a tartan influence. Scottish? This photo was snapped in Delaware. It was chilly. Beneath the cloak was a warm set of western style clothing. How does a well dressed Maasai warrior dress? I don’t know. I was too shy to ask.
Too numerous to pick. I was taking shot after shot. Mostly good. Pick one, or two… shots. I was not doing catalog work. I was looking for an image to stand out. Ah! Well, here’s my pick. As I say, too many images, not enough space. I don’t discard. But there is only so much time (too little) to acknowledge one’s work. Don’t spend too much time. I don’t obsess. I let gestalt prevail. View the lot and let one image catch your eye. It’s no beauty contest. No one will hate you if you do it.
In the National Portrait Gallery there is an atrium. And this was the venue for a large orchid display. Beautiful! Enjoy! And there were people to see it too. I missed the shot of a short white polka dotted dress on a tall young man with sideburns. Drat! But I got this one of a guy mimicking one of the flowers. Thank you for being there for me.
We went to the exhibit in the National Portrait Gallery on the women’s movement. I was vaguely aware. Now I am a bit more informed. A little bit of knowledge…? It started after the civil war and did not get women the vote until after WW I. Men stopped it, prevented it, did not see the need for it. Whatever! We still do not have an ERA – equal rights amendment. Who’s still out of it? How about Saudi Arabia? Things don’t change as much as they remain the same. Sad.
You can’t go back? Think. The women of Saudi have never had the right to drive. Oh! Yes! That has all changed? It was a show vote. There are no women driving around. Yes, and the women of Saudi vote too. Are things changed? Are they even less worse?
Fortunately, my file system was more antiquated and I actually labeled my images with names. Eric? I got a bunch. He’s much older now. Jules was an infant. Now, she has an infant, Noa. A lot has changed. And we are old. Happy birthday.
Protest! It’s your right. Folks love to converge upon Washington DC to make a political or social point. Dress in orange. Coordinate! I’m not sure what the orange shirts were protesting. There ample banners in the background. One and all? They were hardly noticed and scarcely drew a crowd or any attention. No doubt their photographer was documenting for ample social media coverage and use. Too many causes, so little time.
“To commemorate Women’s History Month, the National Museum of the American Indian presents The REDress Project, an outdoor art installation by artist Jaime Black (Metis). Showing in the United States for the first time, the installation of empty red dresses centers on the issue of missing or murdered indigenous women. Black hopes to draw attention to the gendered and racialized nature of violent crimes against Native women and to evoke a presence through the marking of absence.”
It’s not isolated nor limited to indigenous women. It’s worthy of note. It deserves more than a tsk tsk. What will you do? This museum, of all the Washington museums we passed, was the only one with a security check at the door. There’s not much controversy in dino bones. But here…
Don’t look. But there are signs all about. The homeless are invisible. Right here in the park, and right beside the parked cars, you can see the signs. Ignore them. People walk past. There is no protest. Live and let live. Invisible? The DC license plate admonishes “Taxation without Representation.” So, who’s problem is it? Federal, state, or local? No state? Pass the bread and praise the lord.
It fascinates me in Delaware. We are in the middle of intersecting jet trails that cross my sky. Everyone is on the way over Delaware to somewhere else. Out of NYC, Baltimore, Philly, DC. From overseas. The jet trails cross hither and yon. But DC? It seems they are also at an intersection as well. I don’t feel so left out watching the rest of the world pass by.
There’s a plastic beer cup in the corner. The tableaux is on a fashionable street in Georgetown. Peering into the grassless backyard there is a grill and more empties lying on the ground. It’s nice to see an equal opportunity drinking establishment. For a while there every other post was cats. I was cooped up too long this winter. I’m getting out again. That’s good for you all too.