We live on the Hill. I mean we actually let our roots grow deep here. We soak up the sun surrounded by iron fence and marble. We don’t just sleep here and then shuttle off to some other plot for work. Entire weeks go by when we haven’t left Capitol Hill once. We can walk to our bank, skip to daycare, or visit the senate within a few minutes. We pick tomatoes and squash from our backyard and if they aren’t enough we can walk to a variety of markets. My son’s favorite playground is the Library of Congress steps. I pass the Supreme Court almost daily. We know every brick sidewalk and their unique impediments, some we’ve discovered the hard way. We know each alley personally and have photographed every garage door with any hint of character. We’ve visited Congressional Cemetery under snow and sun. So these are what I shoot. Every photo you’ll see on my posts are snapped right here from our tiny national neighborhood, the heart of the U.S.A. and our of a family of two. I hope to surprise you, the Hill is always more than it seems.