09/01/2026
One night. One morning. A few photographs in between.
We were driving home from Hilton Head Island and stopped overnight in Washington, DC, staying in Navy Yard.
That evening, I looked out the sixth-floor hotel window and watched an airplane cross the sunset above Nationals Park. Later, I walked outside and found the Capitol glowing at the end of the street, surrounded by the movement and lights of the city.
The next morning, we headed into Georgetown and the Lincoln Memorial. No real shot list just walking, looking and noticing.
I photographed Martin’s Tavern without realizing at first that this was where JFK proposed to Jacqueline Bouvier in 1953.
And then there were the quieter moments : the repetition of the Lincoln Memorial columns, people passing through, and an airplane appearing above the monument.
An overnight stop doesn’t sound like much time. But sometimes, you don’t need much time.
You just need to be paying attention.
Moments matter.
Sometimes the photograph is right outside your hotel window.
Sixth floor, Navy Yard. Nationals Park below. An airplane crossing the evening sky.
I wasn’t looking for this photograph. I just happened to look out the window.
And then, the next morning, another airplane.
This time, above the Lincoln Memorial.
A completely different composition, but the same reminder: sometimes the best photographs are the moments you couldn’t have planned.
A photograph with a story behind it.
I stopped to photograph Martin’s Tavern in Georgetown because I liked the building, the colour and the details.
It wasn’t until later that I learned about the history behind this little tavern and its connection to JFK and Jacqueline Bouvier.
Sometimes you photograph the place first and discover its story afterward.
Sometimes it’s not the landmark you’re photographing.
It’s the lines.
The repetition.
The light.
The people passing through.
I could have photographed the Lincoln Memorial in the obvious way. Instead, this caught my eye.
And that’s often where the photograph is.
