Memorial Day, Monday May 31st, 2010 : Leaving Washington D.C. After Work & Heading To Virginia At Dusk

I was excited all day this Monday Memorial Day May 31st, 2010 here working in Washington D.C. I was excited about the day itself and what it meant to all of us Americans and to me in particular. I'm glad that I had a few moments to reflect on this and our vets and servicemen of our armed forces of the United States of America.




I had been pumped up earlier on my drive into work and was on the lookout for some of our vets on their Harley Davidson motorcycles. I wanted to both hear and see some of that Rolling Thunder that makes this weekend what it is at least in and around Washington D.C.

I witnessed some on my drive to work on Friday morning and so I was all charged up to see more as on Friday I had witnessed several groups roll their way in a cacophony of loud noise into Washington D.C. along with me ...




I was busy at work and less able to think about it later but I did write some on both our web page and our Facebook as well as include some thoughts in the week's store email that I started. I also wrote some poems at : chatpoetry.blogspot.com if you want to read them.




This blog however is devoted to the art in my experience and how my art helped to bring it more to life for me and give me a sense of celebration, too. Here are my pictures that I took with my Canon digital camera that help to show some of my excitement on this day. I'm really pleased with the colors and the hues and nuances of textures and spaces and how everything melts into each other : and the dashes of vibrant colors are more like fireworks and more like musical notes electrified or like letters and writing and exclamation points and contrasts of energy flows, etcetera ...




I hope that you enjoy these following pictures that started in Washington D.C. and wind their way into northern Virginia as the sun is setting and the moon is getting ready to be noticed soon. Cheers and Happy Memorial Day! TONY




The pictures themselves tell enough of a story all by themselves : they start it at least and we can all individually finish them as we please ...