I Suspect You Don't Need More Images, But I'm Giving Them to You Anyway

Thursday, January 22, 2009 | comments (1)
I've spent the last several days in DC at the inauguration. I'll keep it short and just say I had a great time and I'm going to let the pictures I took tell the story. These are all captioned with time and description, but I think you have to click through to the set or slideshow on Flickr to see those. Be sure to turn the captions on for the full story.

And thanks (again) to those of you who put me up for a night or more. See you next time!

Follow the links, or scroll down for embedded content.

Use one of these for captions:

Flickr Set

Flickr Slideshow

Or if you don't care about captions and you hate extra clicking, here's an embedded gallery:



Videos

Warning: I am not great with the video. Watch at your own risk of becoming nauseated from motion sickness.

Arriving at the Mall



Rebroadcast of "Shout"



Oath of Office



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Rothko, these pictures were great. Thank you!

Posted by mora on Jan 27, 2009 at 11:45:00 PM
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