Now and then, some trick of the light turns the Washington Monument gray.
Or maybe the Monument is just embarrassed to be so close to #47.
The wall art is apparently finished.
Turned out to be a delightful day.
And I practiced being an old woman.
A ride was offered.
I accepted.
I could have taken the bus.
I could have called an Uber.
Instead, I accepted help.
Progress.
A lovely afternoon.
Cookies and conversation in a sunny backyard with a friend.
Totally old school.
No tech.
Just a late spring day, well spent.