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What Summer Brought to Capitol Hill

Summer 2012, Capitol Hill, Washington, DC

September 6, 2012, Washington, DC: Peaches, salsa, oysters, tortillas and more arrived in abundance this summer in our neighborhood on Capitol Hill. While every season in the city brings change, this time most of it revolved around the smell, sight and taste of food. If last summer was our summer of sweets, this summer was our summer of the salty and the savory. Within a four-block radius, our options multiplied, all of them focused on yet another great meal.

Map of Mornings: Union Square & Gramercy Park

This is one in a series of morning photo essays documenting neighborhoods around town.

November 13, 2011, New York:  Saturday morning in Union Square begins with a jackhammer, a film crew, a farmer’s market, and a column of steam rising from the street outside L’Express. After a visit to 71 Irving Place for a cup of coffee on one of my favorite city blocks, I begin this walk through a neighborhood I’ve come to know well over the course of a decade.

The Ultimate Commitment to Place

October 15, 2011, Washington, DC: It’s totally trendy, I know. But I’m among many city dwellers who are captivated by life on the farm, ranch, orchard and vineyard. We go to farmer’s markets. We select wines because they come from vineyards close to home. Over dinners out, we daydream about getting callouses working with our hands. We chat with friends about their weekly milk and cheese delivery that comes in from Maryland. We love that article we just read about Brooklyn Grange, the world’s largest rooftop farm. We book tables for the upcoming Dine Out For Farms week. Think what you will, but I’m intrigued.

I consider this today at Butler’s Orchard in Germantown, MD, a trek that’s becoming something of an autumn ritual since we’ve lived in Washington. Among pumpkins, mums and apple cider, I think about why I’m so interested in places like this one and the lifestyles of the people who live here. I have a hunch it goes beyond eating local and supporting our economy close to home. It has something to do with being a nomad.

Map of Mornings: Eastern Market

This is the first in a series of morning photo essays documenting neighborhoods around town, seen from over the handlebars of my (well, our) big red beach cruiser.

July 30, 2011, Washington, DC: Mornings are my time. I’m more creative in the morning. It pains me to spend five mornings a week in the car commuting. By the time I get there, my energy is zapped. Good ideas have come and gone.

Weekend mornings, you can imagine, are heaven. During DC summers, they’re also the best time to see the city. Especially by bike.


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