In Ruins

There was a short moment in Washington D.C., when I turned around briefly to find that there was no person before me, through to the Washington Monument seemingly empty. It was a slightly strange moment - only because it's such a busy area. Tourists all over the world descend upon the place, filling the parks and paths with thousands of people. In this brief moment, I lowered the aperture to 2.4 and focused on the ground in front of me, knowing this would throw the photo mostly out-of-focus. It was the only photo I took at the moment, before we took a taxi back to our hotel.























I'm reminded, in this photo, of Rome and Egypt, of it's vast monuments of a defeated civilization. I think of how these civilizations crumbled to the ground. Did they fall because of war? Corruption? Or was it purely apathy?

I'm so comfortable in front of my television and 70 channels, my Xbox and TV dinners. I look around and can't imagine a planet - a world without a country named America - the most powerful force the world has ever known. And I imagine for a second the hundreds - the thousands - the tens of thousands of people in this country who are starving, who are pushed to the margins. I see ads being sold on television for wonder drugs that will stop depression and everything else you can think of.

Maybe we can't sleep - feel pure happiness - or function simply because we all know there is something wrong? That no matter what, the things we buy or the promotions we fight to get won't make us happy? What happens when we, as a culture, figure out that something is deeply wrong here, and that we have to fix it?