So as much as I like to hem and haw about Washington D.C., I have to admit that there are times I love living here. Yesterday, I attended an event at the AFL-CIO building, which has this beautiful mosaic.
And some encouraging words on the wall.
The event was a celebration of a new book called Hands on the Freedom Plow, in which the women of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) told about their involvement in the civil rights movement. It was quite moving. Bernice Johnson Reagon was there and she talked about her epiphany of changing the words of spirituals into freedom songs. Here is her singing in the 1960's:
Then I had lunch at Busboys and Poets. Which is not much of a bookstore, but is a tasty restaurant with values I admire, like paid sick days.
And I walked by the Occupy folks. I've always loved this quote by ole Abe.
And then I was off to the first farmer's market of the season, where I work for Jim of Sunnyside Farm in Charles Town, WV.
And these have been on my camera for a bit and so I'd thought I'd share. Kitty sleeping on my records..
A new journal I bought recently.
Bleeding hearts from my garden.
My great grandmother's mirror which I used on a daily basis and which is in serious need of a polish.
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