March 14th, 2007
Tagged: DC, dulles, paul, video, washingtonDC
I had a two hour layover at Dulles Airport. Before I left, I was showing off my camera to my boss . It shoots full frame (640 x 480) mpeg-4 video; that’s over an hour of video on a two gigabyte card. My boss told me to make lots of videos.
I shot and edited this entirely while waiting for my connecting flight. I waited till my final destination to upload it though.
The video quality is a little poor from multiple compressions. I edited it in iMovie and had to export and reimport the video in order to timelapse it to the speed I wanted.
August 30th, 2006
Tagged: community mapping, DC, elements, map, time, Washington
Online community maps are cool but they aren’t the only way that everyday people can interact with cartography; sweaty, dirty, pointing fingers work just as well. I took a photo a while back of a subway map in Boston that had been similarly affected, and here’s one for downtown Washington, DC. This was taken on 17th Street between the WWII monument an the Washington Monument.
August 30th, 2006
Tagged: DC, escalator, metro, subway, T
The first apartment I looked at when I moved to Boston was near Porter Square in Cambridge. I remember thinking that the escalator coming out of the bowels of the Porter T-station was the longest one I had ever ridden; I’ve believed that up until my most recent trip to Washington, DC. The escalator at the Woodley Park-Zoo Metro-station is definitely longer. I was a little farther than halfway down by the time I pulled out my camera and snapped this picture.
August 30th, 2006
Tagged: DC, education, urinal
One should never be too surprised by what they might find in a restroom. I was impressed though with what I learned from a sign hanging above a urinal at the National Zoo in Washington, DC.
“Spray it, don’t say it!
Urine spraying is ok–if you’re a lobster that is
Lobsters don’t speak, but they do greet–by spraying urine at each other. That’s one one way they communicate…”
There was another person in the restroom washing his hands when I took the picture; I calmly allayed any fears he may have had by telling him, “It’s okay, I’m a photographer.”