(Photo Sophie Borderieux)

Washington, 1916

I cannot help thinking of you somehow as I start on this boat down the Potomac River for Norfolk, across the Chesapeake Bay. It is pouring with rain. On one side of the river desolate & weather-bent trees - Willows and Poplars - clutch in a sad sort of hopeless way at the low rainy sky. The absurd pyramid erected to somebody's memory - Washington's perhaps - is the only object of interest visible on the city-side; except a shadowy blob of a great sort of bubble-roof looming out of the rain which I suppose must be the Capitol where these funny politicians are even now discussing Mexico. (Washington, March 14, 1916 - Letters to Sea-Eagle)