In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?



Pies for tomorrow

~gluten free~
gluten and dairy free--oh yeah!


...and all manner of other lovely preparatory things!

Evening sights 8-31-12

Note: the date on all of these pictures is not correct; the correct date for these pictures is
August 31st 2012
 After the seeing the beauties of the Library of Congress, and snooping through its gift-shop for a bit, we walked back to Union Station and we had ... lunch? (it was 4 o'clock in the afternoon)--tea, then, at the Center Cafe.  The ceiling vaulted above us in arches and windows, and the chairs were red and white basket-weave.
I had the Alaskan Salmon Salad with cucumbers, tomatoes, bib lettuce, mesculin, avocado, and tangy herb dressing. It was most delicious, and the hummus appetizer was scrumptious as well.  There were even candles.
 Then Michal drove us through Georgetown, and around Rock Creek Park, which was such a lovely drive.  Great stately office buildings, and colorful brick houses and splendid tree-lined streets.  Bridges over the Potomac, round-about traffic that (since I wasn't the one driving) just made it more fun.  The sun was lowering just enough to glow about the rooftops and glare in our eyes, while the blue August sky set off each color and sight of the city.
 We parked right by the Potomac river, and walked along it on the path seeing the trees, the bridge and the river itself.  We could see the Washington Monument from where we walked under the drooping trees, and we decided to walk to the Lincoln Memorial, which is one of my favorite memories from the trip. 
This is where I was remembering Ben and Riley "It's like stealing a national monument, it's like stealing him.! It can't be done...." ;)
The steps were huge and smooth; I walked up, marveling at the size of the structure, the immensity of the pillars; and then I saw Abraham Lincoln.  I'm not sure I ever knew before quite how large the statue was, but there he sat.  So grand, and yet approachable, being (as I suppose) very like he himself was.  His words took on new meaning, as I read every one of them engraved there on the walls....
....Words so well chosen as to last through many ages.
Nor will I soon forget him.
Then we sat on the steps, looking out over to the Washington Monument and its reflection in the glittering pool, and to the capitol beyond.  As the sun sank we went home, saying goodbye to Michal and getting back on the metro.  It was pretty dark by that time, and I was happy to sit back, trying to digest all the loveliness of the day, and continue watching the many different people.  One African-American guy in an adidas shirt carried a full-sized keyboard onto the metro with him. ;)

Library of Congress

The Thomas Jefferson Building
Disclaimer: The date on these photographs is not accurate.  The correct date for our LOC adventure is August 31st 2012.
~the view from the Library of Congress steps
 It was a very short walk from the capitol building to the Library of Congress, and the beauty of that place was enough to take your breath away.  We stood on the steps for a bit, taking a few pictures, but mostly appreciating the intricacies even here shown on the outside.
 My camera battery had died near the end of the capitol tour, (very distressing) but Grandma kindly lent me hers to take pictures with, and these photos are all courtesy of that!

 We walked up the broad steps and through the great doors into Wonder.  From the first steps, I was transfixed by the painted ceilings; colorful, historic, literary.  Often there would be a word inscribed in the vaults of ceiling.  Sometimes a name: Holmes, Plato, Shakespeare, Spenser .  Sometimes a category: Poetry, Philosophy, Theology.  The colors were fascinating; the patterns, arches and statues so intricate and beautiful. 

 We saw the Gutenberg Bible (it was just Michal and myself exploring now) and then hopped on a tour where we listened to a very detailed description of many of the different features.  We got to peer through the windows of the doors to the Main Reading Room (pictured below) and a bit later, we climbed a stair to a glassed-off balcony where we were able to look out over the main reading room: the desks and the bookshelves--two whole floors of bookshelves inside the lower arches; and to see the statues lining the inside of the dome: Shakespeare, Homer, Moses, Columbus.  Each guarding their corresponding sections: art, poetry, music, philosophy, law, theology, science...
 We were up too high to properly see the painting in the cupula, but there were pictures of it.  Our tour guide said that the numerous flowers engraved on the ceiling were all useful.  1/3 of them security cameras, 1/3 sprinklers, 1/3 air-conditioning ducts.  He also said that the latest movie filmed there was National Treasure 2, which of course I was already thinking of. (X,Y,2,3,4,7,8,6).  We weren't allowed to take pictures there, so you'll have to see it yourself.
"Give me Liberty or give me death" --Patrick Henry
 After the tour, Michal and I went to the exhibit '88 books that shaped America'.  There were a great many that I knew, and quite a few that I had read.  One of the oldest was Common Sense by Thomas Paine, which (of course) reminded me of National Treasure:
Abigail: "Common Sense, how appropriate."
[Shakes a few hundred dollar bills from the pages.]
There were ones that I recognized: Moby Dick, The Scarlet Letter, Huckleberry Finn...  Ones that I have read, and some of these in particular made me smile: Little Women, Charlotte's Web, Goodnight Moon, The Snowy Day...  We weren't allowed to take pictures here either; or in Thomas Jefferson's Library, where we went next.
That library thrilled my soul.  Each of the original books were marked with a green ribbon, centuries old, many of them evidently well loved and used.  The books with yellow ribbons were replacements after the 1851 fire.  (If that is such a saddening thought to me, what must Thomas Jefferson's  devastation have been at losing two-thirds of his precious volumes?)  And 298 are still missing, titles that he had owned, but could not be replaced, apparently.
The books were of varying sizes "some as big as a Bible in a church" [Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Lewis], 
some small and well worn.  French books, Latin books, Encyclopedias, Histories, The Odyssey, Virgil, Bibles, Dictionaries, books on law and politics, and just about everything else.  There was a 'History of America', which made me smile, since there was so much less of it then.  Shelves and shelves to feast my eyes upon, until I was fairly giddy with a book-worm's delight.
"I cannot live without books"
--Thomas Jefferson