90ish days of summer
After much agony, introspection and discussion, I am finally at peace with the fact that there are some things I just can’t understand at this point in my life.
Nothing heavy-handed here, folks. I’m just talking about a public fresh-food market. But that comes later in this entry.
On June 28, Jeff and I met my brother’s fiancee and one of the other bridesmaids at the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception. After we wandered around the largest Roman Catholic church in North America, we hopped on the Metro and explored Eastern Market, which had just reopened for the first time in more than two years.
But first, here’s the basilica, which is a short walk from the Brookland-Catholic University Metro stop on the red line.
Religious architecture has always bewildered me, but it sure is pretty.
I was surprised about access within the building. Jeff and I just walked right in and ambled around. I had the feeling that as long as we didn’t disrupt any of the ongoing services in a few of the sanctuaries or enter any private offices, we had free reign of the place. It was a Sunday, for goodness’ sake, and we were wandering the upper church and clicking our DSLRs.

View from the altar. I would be more descriptive, but religious architecture terminology is beyond me.
After taking a few photos, we went to Eastern Market, which is D.C.’s oldest and longest-running public fresh-food market. And here’s where I’m afraid I might get a lot of flak: I’m honestly not entirely sure what draws people there. (Forgive the superfluous use of adverbs.)

Opening weekend at Eastern Market. Photo by Jeff.
I don’t mean to come off as a non-native/bright-eyed intern who comes to town and tries to ingratiate herself with the locals (or, worse yet, poke fun at them). Nor do I want to seem like a blissful ignoramus whose mantra is “I don’t get it.” Rather, I relish learning, trying to understand and passing on knowledge and information. That’s just what I aim to do as a (photo)journalist.
But sometimes, I just don’t understand things as completely as I’d like.






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