NEIGHBORS: A final photo essay from Washington

My best friend Melissa, her husband, and children, Luke and Moira, live in a high-rise apartment building in the middle of Washington, DC. On a partly-sunny Sunday afternoon, we took to roof. (There’s a pool there where the kids can romp with the twenty- and thirty-something sets who live there, too; trust me, they love it when we come.)

I went to take some pictures from the roof, and noticed two adjacent lots separated by only an ally. The contrast between the two caught my attention immediately. One contained a small city nursery, awash with flowers and greenery; the other contained nothing but patches of concrete. It was hard to believe these two lots were neighbors.

See for yourself:

flowers

A rainbow of color adorns this city lot.

Slabs of bare concrete with touch patches of grass scar his piece of real estate in Washington, DC.

Slabs of bare concrete with tough patches of grass scar this piece of real estate in Washington, DC.

 From another end of the building, I caught some other neighbors, one quite well known:

The call this the air conditioner farm, and beyond overlooks another neighbor, the U.S. Capitol.

Melissa’a family call this the air conditioner farm. Beyond it is another of Melissa’s neighbors, the United States Capitol.

And then the heavens opened up, and Melissa’s neighbors looked purely celestial:

Anywhere you go, be it the Shenandoah Valley or our nation's capital, the sky is full of surprises.

Anywhere you go, be it the Shenandoah Valley or our nation’s capital, the sky is full of surprises.

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