Fried in DC

My plan for today in Capital City, USA was to stroll over to the Corcoran Gallery to see the Annie Leibovitz show. Yeah, the one I was too lazy to see in Brooklyn.

It's about a hundred eighty zillion degrees out there today. The Gallery is only three long blocks away. On the way there, I trudged past



Get to the Corcoran Gallery. Sweaty, red-faced. Have to check my bottle of water. Find out that, d'uh, I'd misread the sign. Leibovitz's show will be there in the fall. OK, my brain is fried. I didn't connect that October 2007 hadn't happened yet.

However, I enjoyed these pussycats outside the Corcoran





And the exhibit they did have was interesting. Impressionism, Realism, Modernism: Works on Paper from the American Collection. American art: etchings, drawings, lithographs from 1880 to 1950ish. Among the artists: Edward Hopper, Isabel Bishop, Childe Hassam, John Sloan. Many scenes from NYC--Coney Island, Washington Square.

Then I had to leave. Took a cab back to the hotel. Worth every penny.

My afternoon plans include:



While here in DC, I not only bought some souvenir yarn but, looky look at this beautiful necklace:



Yes, Margaret, this is my "from me to me" gift for our mutual special day.

Can't wait to get back to NYC because I hear that something's abuzz.