In November 2017, I took a trip to Washington, D.C., a city that has unique significance to me personally, as well as my family. It’s the city where my mother was born, where my mother and father met, and it’s where my grandmother raised her children and lived her life up until 1992. When I was a child, my sister and I would go to D.C. every year to visit my mom’s side of the family, including my grandmother, uncle, aunt and cousins. We stopped visiting D.C. in the early 90s, and in the mid-90s, my grandmother came to LA to live with my mother. Slowly but surely, my connection to Washington, D.C. became more faint. My aunt and uncle saw their untimely passing a year and a half apart in the late 90s, and sadly, my cousins became estranged. D.C. was just a childhood memory, and nothing more.
In 2017, I returned to D.C. after nearly 30 years, and I was overwhelmed with emotion because of my childhood memories compounded with my mother and father’s history as well. I walked the streets that I vaguely remember seeing as a kid, and even visited my grandmother’s old house, which still stands in Southeast D.C.
I was in D.C. for business, but I had free time on my last day. I set out to capture as much of the city as I could with my Canon 60D + 50mm lens and 2 film cameras. I started in Northeast D.C. and I walked until my feet hurt. Here are some of the photos that I captured, along with a video montage of my photography.
The music picked for the video, Damu the Fudgemunk’s “Yes We Can”, was playing in my head throughout my trip, which was a beat he made to celebrate Obama’s inauguration.