Washington, DC
As the cold and snow recedes for the year, a look back to an evening glimpse outside Archives station.
Matt Feldman PhotographyInspiring you to get out there, in the distance, and see it for yourself.
Matt Feldman Photography
As the cold and snow recedes for the year, a look back to an evening glimpse outside Archives station.
In an empty and decaying train station, just before the rain, visions of journeys past.
In the fresh snow of late night Washington DC, the streets were quiet enough to be able to stand in the middle and take pictures. This is the…
Near my hotel.
Death was imminent. I was sure of it. It was so humid that the word “air” could be used only sparingly. And it was so hot that there may as well have been an onion on my head and a tomato in my mouth: I was being roasted alive. The thermometer pegged the temperature at 72oC (162oF).