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If I held in my hand, every grain of sand Since time first began to be Still I could never count, measure the amount Of all the things you are to me If I could paint the sky, hang it out to dry I would want the sky to be Oh, such a grand design, an everlasting sign Of all the things you are to me You are the sun, that comes on summer winds You are the falling year, that autumn brings You are the wonder and the mystery In everything I see, The things you are to me Sometimes I wake at night, and suddenly take fright You might be just fantasy But then you reach for me, and once again I see All the things you are to me You are the sun, That comes on summer winds You are the falling year, that autumn brings You are the wonder and the mystery In everything I see, the things you are to me All the things you are… to me The song just came to mind while looking at this picture. I took this some time ago during our visit at Skyline Drive in Virginia. ...

During my early morning walk at this historic place in Northwest quadrant of Washington DC.

Few days before spring of 2015, I took this picture. This is near the old location of Washington Post at 15th St. Somehow this picture I took invokes a feeling of emptiness.

A view of US Department of Veterans Affairs Office from McPherson Square Park.

A view of Cherrydale in one cloudy afternoon. This is Lee Highway. Right-side building is Cherrydale Volunteer Fire Brigade building.