Watergate Steps

Across the Potomac River, you can catch a glimpse of Virginia state's skyline. 🌆 I absolutely adore the transition from sunset to dusk; it's when the river's reflection mirrors the sky like a perfect canvas. 🌅 The beauty of this moment is truly captivating. 😍

Not much to see but steps. The history behind it is interesting… built back in the day when they thought people would arrive by boat and land by the steps and climb up to the Lincoln Memorial and the Mall. Now they’re good for runners for exercise, to sit with your lunch and reflect on one’s life or simply rest as you track around DC.

Secreted away behind the Lincoln Memorial are these steps that seem to go nowhere. Historically, these steps were part of the Lincoln Memorial and designed to be the entrance for folks entering the Capitol by boat. This never really panned out, but steps were the site of the “Sunset Symphonies”, which ran from 1935 to 1965, when they were finally canceled due to the jet noise drowning out the music. Now it’s a haven for joggers doing their stairs in the morning and is a nice place of an evening to take in river views and the lights of the bridge.

Stayed at Watergate while taking photos for a client. Shared a room with Elizabeth, the artist's agent.

Great place to relax and look out on the water. Very peaceful.

Damp these forces! It appears my rowboat was blown back down the Potomac by the blousy pantaloons that I left to dry whilst washing the oars in a pot. So where hast fate blown me? This land is rough and untameable, undiscovered like the virginity of a social construct. It bears marks of the primitive cultures that senselessly hewed blocks in the stone over, one must assume, hundreds of millions of generations. How majestically this natural wonder climbs to the heavens, the pitiful extrication of a culture long doomed by the consequences of its young actions and its eagerness to be led by men who thought owning people would never backfire! I am but a humble foreign agent working surreptitiously to advocate for a government that will be amenable to my daddy's many large global businesses, by which of course I mean that I am humble, but even I have learned from Papa that humananity only exists to conquer sites like this. I will do so, in the name of empire and her greatness, no hetero! I shall name this natural wonder for the force that brought me here, the Proto-Germanic word for "hole," and the mesmerizing visual hold it has over me, only surpassed by the reflection of Constable I vaguely read in its form: the Watergate Stairs. Tears cloud my shiny vision as my mind harkens back to the fourth-to-last letter I ever intercepted from Constable's mail pile - My love, happy letters spell your visage To life, cultivating your eyes one and A thousand shy rivulets melted from Their source. My love, these split standards command Me e'en thus, they crest me e'er so, somehow When there feed a thousand tresses, your hair Crowned beyond flame and ember, your honeyed Breaths flown of ice and sea, then I will stare Beyond how bright they gleam and find even Your glance, your taste, your sin become heaven.

Depsite the name, this is not where Nixon fell down the steps. Having happened upon this beautiful site before the sun set over the water, my girlfriend and I had a relaxing time enjoying the sit after walking many miles that day. The kids around us using the sides of the steps as a slide, be warned however, as the steps are steep and lead directly into heavy traffic.

A little tricky to find how to get across the road to get there but lovely view across the river.