Arrival. US Airways terminal, National Airport, Washington, D.C.
Metro tunnel, Dupont Circle, Washington, D.C.
Metro Tunnel Entrance/Exit, Dupont Circle
Thus in silence in dreams’ projections,
Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals,
The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night, some are so young,
Some suffer so much, I recall the experience sweet and sad.
Walt Whitman, "The Wound Dresser:"
Good old timeless Walt, sitting so comfortably beneath these striking pictures!
Posted by: Dick | October 06, 2013 at 04:52 AM
Beth, these are awesome photos.
Posted by: Jan | October 06, 2013 at 07:43 AM
What a strange inscription for an exit from the subway! I wouldn't be surprised if there had been hospitals in the vicinity during the Civil War, but they would have been fairly gruesome places, given the state of medicine at the time. I have to wonder what went on in the poet's mind that he could describe the experience as sweet -- or is it my mind, with sensitivities developed 200 years later, that isn't understanding something?
Posted by: Peter | October 06, 2013 at 09:07 PM
I've been going up that escalator a lot this year. Dupont Circle's a blast. I'm coming again Friday for the Phillips's Van Gogh opening.
Posted by: Peter | October 07, 2013 at 07:19 PM
You don't need pretty-pretty, do you? You can do them well, of course; with the camera or the brush or the pencil. Flowers, trees, landscapes, but all inherently beautiful. For me, with my built-in response to technical things, this is the greater achievement. The transmutation of what many would regard as dross into pure gold. I believe they used to talk about the philosopher's stone. If the cap fits...
Posted by: Roderick Robinson | October 08, 2013 at 02:36 AM