Annalog

Time passes. Our skin gets thinner. The cold becomes more bitter. My hands—my mother’s hands—have been with me every minute of every day. And one day, before too long, my hands will begin to resemble her hands even more.

I went home to Washington, D.C. for winter break and got to see first hand as the city made the last few preparations for the inauguration of Barack Obama on January 20th. Posters flew up announcing events and the iconic image of Obama by Shepard Fairey. Every magazine had an image of the President-elect on the cover. This was a historic occasion, but in all my years living in D.C. I never saw as much hype and anticipation for the transition of office. (more…)