Moving to Washington, DC, unlocked countless doors for me – in terms of my career, friendships and more. So far, this personal revolution constantly delivers new opportunities to experience life in different lights.
The cold and snow, however, need to go.
On that sunny Sunday last weekend that seems so long ago, I managed to escape the confines of my room to explore my neighborhood. Why? The thermometer (just kidding, my iPhone) read 40 degrees Fahrenheit, and nothing could stop me from catching some splendorous sun in the unexpectedly “warm” weather. Breathing in fresh yet frigid air invigorated my lungs, which strangely enough warmed me up enough to enjoy life beyond my front door.
Throughout my journey to Union Station, I learned that the NoMa district (short for “north of Massachusetts Avenue”) offers plenty of visual stimulation – from colorful characters to the less jolly, but ever-inspiring, symbols of urban decay. Take a look at some of my photos capturing the moment when snow holds on to its last few minutes of glory before melting into simple, plain water.
Until next time,