Yesterday morning a friend and I did a walkabout on Capitol Hill in a Photoworks class. My friend, who is British, commented that the weather reminded him of Britain. And not in a good way. We had a breeze, a chill, and the rain. I was reminded of Iceland or South Dakota. The walkabout was cut short lest I melt away although I did take a few worthy shots. This one caught my eye because I assumed a survivor had placed the pink lock on the gate. The gate was filled with locks and I'm sure each had its own significance...but this one had a message for me that this person and my family probably had something in common.I added a couple more shots since the "shoot" was supposed to be in black and white.