September 15, 2006
On Sept. 7 and Sept. 8, Marie McC posted photographs of a mural in progress in the Chirilagua (a.k.a. Arlandria) neighborhood in Alexandria. It’s a neighborhood where many immigrants, particularly Hispanic immigrants, live; the mural is rich with symbolism. This detail shows a sheriff holding his hand up to stop a woman (who can’t be seen in this picture) at the border. The baby wearing a diaper/nappy behind him is George Washington, with his nurse, an African American slave. The angry-looking man at the upper right is a judge, pointing the would-be immigrants back to the countries they came from. The sign round his neck refers to House Resolution 4437 “To amend the Immigration and Nationality Act to strengthen enforcement of the immigration laws, to enhance border security, and for other purposes,” introduced in December 2005. You’ll find two more detail photos of the mural here.
August 14, 2006
Here we are today about 90 minutes south of Washington, D.C., near Richmond, Va. This woman, a volunteer at the Citie of Henricus in Henricus Historical Park, wears period clothing as she harvests tobacco.
August 7, 2006
The fire engine from the local firehouse is a popular feature with the children attending this annual neighborhood celebration in Arlington, Va.
August 6, 2006
If it’s a cool new store, you’ll probably find it in Del Ray. And sure enough, that’s where Artfully Chocolate, an art gallery and chocolatier, opened a couple of weeks ago. The owners are very friendly and knowledgeable, and not just about chocolate—they even gave me lots of helpful advice on reviving an orchid I forgot to water. I wish them every success.
August 1, 2006
Today is Daily Photo theme day and it’s also my 100th post on Picturing Washington, D.C.
The theme is a self-portrait in a favorite place. As a child in England, I collected epitaphs and spent a lot of time, therefore, in cemeteries. I still like visiting cemeteries to read the epitaphs and take photographs, so I suppose you could say that cemeteries, oddly enough, are among my favorite places. So here I am in a local cemetery, photographing myself photographing a gravestone.
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July 19, 2006
This memorial to a baby who lived only six weeks can be found in the Ivy Hill Cemetery in Alexandria, Virginia. If Mike had lived, he would be 35 now and possibly a father himself. I am sure his parents still think of their “petit lapin,” who in their memories will always be the tiny infant they held in their arms for such a sadly short time.
As a little girl of around eight in England, I began to collect epitaphs—admittedly an odd hobby for a child—and all these years later, I still find them interesting. The very old tombstones in English cemeteries tend to have verses. Some are moralistic, some macabre, and some affecting. But no memorial I’ve ever seen has moved me as much as the simplicity of those three words: “notre petit lapin.”
For another touching grave memorial with something of a mystery attached to it, check out MarieMcC’s Alexandria Daily Photo.
July 13, 2006
This 1971 statue, which stands in the front garden of a private house at North Carolina Avenue and 6th Street on Capitol Hill in Washington, is of Olive Risley Seward. The sculptor, John Cavanaugh, wanted to commemorate a member of the family of William H. Seward, secretary of state from 1861 to 1869, and he chose Seward’s daughter Olive. She faces towards Seward Square, named for her father. The story goes that there were no portraits of Olive in existence, so Cavanaugh sculpted a generic Victorian woman. Some years later, a photograph of Olive surfaced, and it turned out that he had, in fact, created a statue that was like her.