DC: The statues whisper.

Resuming my journey through Washington DC.

The air is cold, the wind is chilly and my butt is FREEZING.

But here I am, admiring towering statues of great men who once had a hand in shaping American’s history.

Jefferson Memorial.

The mood is sombre.

Across, the Washington monument looks on; casting a stiff reflection in the still waters.

Oh those days when DSLRs were the toys of professionals and we common folk had to struggle with non-anti-shake cameras. Thank God for photoshop.

This was taken at the Roosevelt memorial. The 4 lines sum it all up.

Perched on a hill, stands the Lincoln Memorial.

It’s so quiet in here, you could hear a pin drop.

He commands so much attention.

Moving on, the war memorials sets the tone for the evening. Here, we commemorate those soldiers who lost their lives forging for a better America.

I had chills just walking through the memorial.