I had a few hours in Washington, DC while visiting my friend in Maryland. So I worked a half day and then took the metro to the mall. I had never been to the National Air and Space Museum, a Smithsonian, so that’s where I spent my afternoon.
What caught my attention immediately upon entering wasn’t the relics of our space race or first flying machines or military bravado, but a painting on the wall that showed a sparse red rock landscape. There was a train and a plane and way way up a satellite.
I can’t remember the title, but I think it displayed “progress” – yet the magic and violence of nature still overshadows man’s minuscule achievements.
The last picture is of the brutalist DC subway tunnels.