I’m tired of politicking, and the break that I took this Labor Day weekend was a welcome refuge from Hurricane Katrina blamefests, demands for heads to roll, and other nasty stuff.
As beautiful days go, Monday was rare: bright light, a partly cloudy sky with no hazy cover, and a huge drop in humidity all got together for a day that says “get the heck out of the hoose!”
It all starts at UMCP, for lunch. Here’s the Memorial Chapel. This one has been a sort of Holy Grail of photography for me; until recently I’ve had only a one “perfect” picture of the damned thing, and that was a 5-second night exposure. This one, though, captures the day perfectly.
After lunch, it was off to the National Zoo, an easy Metro ride through to the Woodley Park-Zoo/Adams Morgan stop. This stop, coupled with that of DuPont Circle’s is one of the highest and steepest I’ve had to go on. I have some problems with vertigo, and while the rushing wind doesn’t help, it wasn’t as bad after a few deep breaths.
Outside Starbucks, we run across some local color: a lady with an Afghan hound was enjoying the weather with her friend.
Exotic dog, dressed up middle aged woman at a Starbucks outside an expensive apartment building: this is as close to the upper crust local color at Washington as you can get without engaging K Street’s cockroaches.
First stop in the zoo itself was for some young, exotic pussy: cheetah cubs.
I’m probably equally guilty as the next guy when it comes to anthropomorphising these beasts. Yes, the cheetah cubs are cute and they act like kittens. They’re not cute enough for me to want one, unlike the next animal…
These scimitar-horned oryx are said to be extinct in the wild. My friend and I wondered how the wild would take them back.