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On a recent visit to Washington, DC, I found myself looking down at the ground rather than up, as I usually do, at monuments and government buildings and old row houses. And who can I credit for my subsequent stiff neck this rainy Monday morning? None other than my beloved husband.
What had capture my attention and my camera’s lens? Manhole covers. Yes, you read that correctly,
Man. Hole. Covers.
It started out with a decrepit looking cover from 1913 on a sidewalk in south DC. My husband was immediately enamored. “Look how old this thing is,” Robbie said.
“Uh huh,” I said, not looking in his direction. Often this will suffice when my history-buff husband’s eye wanders to some seemingly trivial historical tidbit.
“No look, Em. This would make a cool picture,” he said, intoning the magic word “picture,” effective as I had been playing with our new family camera, snapping shots of flowers all weekend. Honestly, I think he was sick of the flowers. (See https://seriouslywritingwoman.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/the-jewels-of-washington-a-photo-essay/ for the flowers) So I humored him, and I looked.
Have you ever really considered a manhole cover, a common street and sidewalk ornament that you can find in just about every modern metropolitan scene and beyond? For 40 years I’ve driven over and traipsed across them, never a second thought given to these gateways to the city’s under-workings.
And although I initially did it just to humor my sweet husband, what followed was a photo-gathering adventure followed by some in-depth research into the form and function of the manhole cover. And a history lesson for this history buff-less writer.