union station

we wandered the streets of DC with a purpose, a definite touristy type purpose which i had hoped to avoid. Problem was, we were staying outside of DC and couldn't just walk out the front door and be part of the city. It was always sort of a hassle getting into town. Get dressed for a day out, have a bottle of water, have your keys and metro card. Every trip has a destination. And the heat. Murderous. Naggingly so. I want to kill you, said the sun. Even an overcast day couldn't keep the heat from leaking through. My thoughts of just sitting and watching, doodling, evaporated with my will to thrive in the heat. A swinging door and air conditioning were always a top priority. Nevertheless, at one point she wanted to peruse a location that i sifted through lightly, then parted. And i wound up in a little wooded park outside the front entrance to Union Station. There were bench seats along the paved avenues, but all were filled. These folks were enjoying nature, but in the shade. I found a tree and sat at its base, legs stretched out into the grass. There i let the bugs crawl over me and attempted a sketch of the building through the trees. No great artist, but i gave it a go and came up with this. Trust me, the real thing would blow you away, as do all the great architectural sights of DC, and neither my pen or a camera do them justice.