Ten Ninety
Washington Monument Reflection
A rather better view than it was on our last visit in 2011 when the "reflecting pool" was in fact a sea of brown dirt and the only reflections to be found were those in the plexiglass windows of earthmoving equipment. I seem to recall it was also encircled by one of those horrible flappy lurid-orange plastic fences so beloved of workmen and so loathed by photographers.
Apparently the old pool had turned into a stinking foetid mess of stagnancy, populated only by creatures one step up from bacteria and the occasional floating turd. Kind of like Doncaster, with fewer teenage prostitutes. Whatever, the Americans had the balls to order the complete destruction of an iconic scene which had become a national embarrassment. The result was its regeneration into something wonderful. We could learn a lot from that philosophy in Britain, I reckon.
Washington Monument Reflection
A rather better view than it was on our last visit in 2011 when the "reflecting pool" was in fact a sea of brown dirt and the only reflections to be found were those in the plexiglass windows of earthmoving equipment. I seem to recall it was also encircled by one of those horrible flappy lurid-orange plastic fences so beloved of workmen and so loathed by photographers.
Apparently the old pool had turned into a stinking foetid mess of stagnancy, populated only by creatures one step up from bacteria and the occasional floating turd. Kind of like Doncaster, with fewer teenage prostitutes. Whatever, the Americans had the balls to order the complete destruction of an iconic scene which had become a national embarrassment. The result was its regeneration into something wonderful. We could learn a lot from that philosophy in Britain, I reckon.