This was evident on my stroll yesterday through D.C., from Metro Center to Chinatown, then down Seventh to the Sculpture Garden, where I watched ice skaters fly by. They were a study in black and white, too.
From there I made my way to the Mall and the Monument, where I finally found color ... in the sky. It seemed like an afterthought, though, as if it were crayoned onto an already printed page.
