My reflection in a mirrored pyramid-like sculpture. It was the first (and only) time I'd been to Washington, DC, and it was kind of a weird trip. I met up with my then-roommate in DC after he spent a couple of days in NYC, but we were on completely different sleep cycles. At the time, he worked a normal 9 to 5 and had already had a couple days to acclimate to the Eastern time zone; I worked evenings and was still on Pacific time. Hence, I'm at the museum alone in this photo -- he was long gone before I ever got up.