28 April 2012
24 April 2012
31 March 2012
It didn't happen very often, and it usually started very quietly. One of us, my brother and I, would elbow the other during Mass. Invariably, it was during the (interminable) sermon. Staring stolidly forward, we would trade jabs until a) my mother noticed and reached around a baby to smack someone's leg or b) one of us started laughing and my mother noticed and reached around a baby to smack someone's leg.
At some point, when we'd reached adulthood and definitely knew better, we were at Mass together, and I elbowed my brother as hard as I could. We burst into giggles and my mother shot us a look of black death.
So worth it.
Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40. It was the two little boys. I wanted the photo of John Carroll with the balloons and they were in the foreground, dressed in their Sunday best, messing around. Eventually, the parents got steamed and dragged them off, but their antics provoked a flood of feeling. Boredom! Itchy clothing! The District tends to spur my own childhood memories in ways I can't explain. Possibly because my brain is already there.
Posted by guerrilla girl at 7:40 PM
03 April 2012
31 March 2012
Last summer, of course, as I wrote here, we managed to visit when it was insanely hot. This time, it was pretty typical DC spring weather.
Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40.