My best friend Melissa, her husband, and children, Luke and Moira, live in a high-rise apartment building in the middle of Washington, DC. On a partly-sunny Sunday afternoon, we took to roof. (There’s a pool there where the kids can romp with the twenty- and thirty-something sets who live there, too; trust me, they love it when we come.)
I went to take some pictures from the roof, and noticed two adjacent lots separated by only an ally. The contrast between the two caught my attention immediately. One contained a small city nursery, awash with flowers and greenery; the other contained nothing but patches of concrete. It was hard to believe these two lots were neighbors.
See for yourself:
From another end of the building, I caught some other neighbors, one quite well known:
And then the heavens opened up, and Melissa’s neighbors looked purely celestial:
- THE JEWELS OF WASHINGTON: A photo essay (seriouslywritingwoman.wordpress.com)