The Polaroids of the Cowboy Poet
January 19, 2016 10:00 AM Subscribe
This loaded horribly on my phone (come on Wapo) and I'll read the rest later but it struck me this weekend as I was back in my hometown for the first time in several years that DC is an unbelievably beautiful American city. It's so graceful, the row houses. The stone. Even the decay and neglect is picturesque. Only white plastic gentrification could stop DC and hopefully the bald mall of Columbia Heights will be the last Bloombergian white corpuscle to stain the mossy green bark of this gorgeous tangled structure. Point being, I feel like you could fall over on some exposed film in DC and make incredible photographs, especially in the 70s and 80s. But maybe that's just because it is my home, and my idea of home.
posted by Potomac Avenue at 4:28 PM on January 19, 2016 [1 favorite]
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