I can’t imagine the series of events that led up to this incredibly specific damage to the car’s license plate and bumper. Can you?

(Let’s pretend I have the camera, lens and skill necessary to achieve this cool depth of field effect, and didn’t fake it in Photoshop.)

The remaining chunk of the sign read along the bottom: “[WARNING: UNAUTHORIZ]ED REMOVAL, DAMAGING OR DEFACING THIS SIGN IS A VIOLATION [OF THE COU]NTY CODE AND PUNISHABLE BY A FINE OF UP TO $1000.”

I’m sure the county worker who shredded it will be brought to justice.

Did they have a divorce and dad got the kids? Did Mommy die or just run away? Did the sticker just fall off? Why am I confronted with this domestic mystery while driving into work?

Yes, it’s a hardbound copy of the Northern Tool + Equipment catalog. Left in a restroom.

He was loud, he was proud, but heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Taking a break from some offsite training, I saw one tiny figure at the bottom of a well of stone and glass. He was both alone and surrounded by people.

They were all looking very intently, but I’m not sure any of them found what they were looking for

Cars were dying from the heat today, so people rushed towards and jammed into the next available car. Nobody was happy about it, either.

There’s always a lot of construction in DC, especially in the summer, so I suppose this kind of thing was inevitable.

I’m sure he was reading some detailed copy, but this man just stood stock still for well over a minute, seemingly transfixed by the glowing object itself.

The party was coming to a close. The room was too dark for any glamor shots, but this shot turned out well.

I wanted a sharp night shot, and leaning against a post wasn’t doing the trick. There was no other place for the gorillapod than that distinctive tile floor. The sky still came out poorly, but this is far more interesting than I had planned.