How Do You Get Here?


How do you get to the point where you are so intoxicated by love that you aren’t aware in the least of your surroundings? I’ve always fancied myself to be a romantic person at heart. I’ve had role models and dreams just like any other little girl, and like many I’ve looked on as older couples help each other on and off the bus and around town thinking that someday that would be me and so-and-so. But I like to think that crazy love starts much sooner than that.

Take, for instance, Washington D.C. I traveled out there two years ago to get my fair share of all things politics and red, white, and blue. I never thought this to be the feeding grounds for cosmic love, but you can clearly see that I was mistaken.
Looking back, I’m almost embarrassed that I took these photographs…and then I’m not. Who else would? Americans come to the capitol to relish in the glory of the freedom of our country, and I was merely doing the same thing. The freedom to feast upon your significant other in 90 degree weather on a bench, the freedom to knock your spouse over and seduce them on the sidewalk, the freedom to take a snapshot and post these images on the internet.
Live and love, my friends. God Bless the U.S.A!

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