By: Margaret Poulos
There’s something grounding about walking through the National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC. You move slowly — not because you’re told to, but because the space invites it. Light pours in through glass ceilings and spills over marble floors. Masterpieces from centuries past seem to breathe with quiet intensity. I found myself stopping often, not just to take pictures, but to just be still. One room would hum with gold-framed portraits, another buzz with modern pieces and soft echoes of footsteps. The contrast was beautiful. Each artwork felt like a window—into someone else’s mind, someone else’s time. In a city known for politics and pace, this museum felt like a pause. These photos are fragments of that pause, small reflections of a bigger moment: where art, silence, and curiosity meet
