Washington Monument

Like the weight of the world on Atlas' shoulders, the Washington Monument weighs heavy on the DC skyline.

Check out the camera bag. You can spot tourists a mile away.

We also saw lots of people out getting exercise. This guy actually floated across the street.

The Monument is so large is has its own gravitational pull...we are being drawn ever closer.

We never found out why these kids were dancing in sync. They ran off before we could ask them.

There is just something beautiful about a line of American flags being lifted softly in the wind.

Looking up from the base of the monument makes me dizzy. Its tremendous weight is crushing me. I think I ought to sit down for a while.

Apparently old people don't care much for the wind whipping around the monument. "Time to go back to Kansas, Fred," says the woman in the purple pants.

Though he may look like a KGB agent on patrol, he is in reality your friendly neighborhood park ranger.

The park is an oasis of calm inside a bustling city--the constant police sirens and car horns reminded us of that.

I told Jermaine not to chase the pigeons, but she didn't listen to me.

They gracefully took to the air for just a moment before settling back down on the soft grass