The Imperial Capital

Much of our nation’s capital is… ERECT.

Columns stand tall, phallic symbols of power stretch high in to the air and man, horse and oxen stand guard over our most historic buildings and bridges. Reminding all of our government’s connection to both the ancient Roman Catholic Church and Darth Vader alike.

The other side of DC, not covered by symbols of imperial dominance over man, animal and stone, is soft. Painted in whites and pinks. The sakura blossomed and gave DC a touch of the feminine. Probably the work of the secretary of the interior… or exterior.

Check out our admirably uninteresting vacation photos in the new album: Mr. (& Mrs.) boo goes to Washington.