Sunday, July 13, 2008

Far Southeast.

It was a beautiful sunny day in Anacostia.



Seriously, don't fuck around. They didn't bother to put any crossing bars or lights or anything up. If you drive across the tracks here you'll just end up on a long gravely access road that eventually dumps you out in some random Section-H housing complex parking lot.

What is this? You guess, I already know the answer.

Still life with dumpster.

Regatta in front of the Navy Yard.

Home of the 1949 race riots. 50 years later and the pool is fully integrated. You can take the bus across the river and it's just a short walk from downtown Anacostia. Don't forget your towel.

Sadly, this truck's artwork is way more professional than the creepy panel-van that prowls my neighborhood with ice cream. Kids, I don't care what the nice man says, don't get inside that van!

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