That Thursday morning I left the hotel, with some difficulty (they hadn't told me to keep my room key on checkout, since I would need it to exit the parking garage), and I went downtown. Got some food and went over to the National Portrait Gallery, with a stop at the Leica store.
I'm not a huge fan of portraiture since it's more about the subject than the artist, but there were a few interesting ones (the Obamas, for example), but also art that was not portraiture, including modern art. They had an interesting exhibition of a couple of projects by Carrie Mae Weems, and an exhibit on Frederick Douglass.
Then I went down to the Mall and the Air and Space Museum.

This room is impressive, but it's tough getting a good photo. The walls and ceiling are grey, and most of the planes are either grey or reflective.

The original Wright Flyer. They say it is all original except that the canvas was replaced in a 1985 restoration.

A Curiosity model rover.
From then on, I had time to kill. I walked by the National Museum of the American Indian.

Then I got some food from a truck near the Capitol, and walked up to see it. After that, my last stop before the airport was a fancy bar.
I flew in and out of Ronald Reagan National Airport. This photo was from Monday.

It seems antiquated. There's another metaphor.
I'm not a huge fan of portraiture since it's more about the subject than the artist, but there were a few interesting ones (the Obamas, for example), but also art that was not portraiture, including modern art. They had an interesting exhibition of a couple of projects by Carrie Mae Weems, and an exhibit on Frederick Douglass.
Then I went down to the Mall and the Air and Space Museum.

This room is impressive, but it's tough getting a good photo. The walls and ceiling are grey, and most of the planes are either grey or reflective.

The original Wright Flyer. They say it is all original except that the canvas was replaced in a 1985 restoration.

A Curiosity model rover.
From then on, I had time to kill. I walked by the National Museum of the American Indian.

Then I got some food from a truck near the Capitol, and walked up to see it. After that, my last stop before the airport was a fancy bar.
I flew in and out of Ronald Reagan National Airport. This photo was from Monday.

It seems antiquated. There's another metaphor.