As I walk from Union Station to my office building each morning I see the dome of the capital building to my left. I notice as I cross the street the red traffic light and the capital dome in the same frame so I stop and take a picture.
Knowing what is going on under that dome each day, I ponder the meaning of the frame. Does it mean congress is selling promises of pleasure? Or does it mean if I pay cash I will receive the promise of satisfaction only to be left wanting?
I decided it really does mean I need to continue walking the crosswalk or be killed.
Hence, I am still blogging.