The anonymous artists of DC are who keep one foot in front of the other for Ariel Kitch on her morning walk to work. Here, she records their illustrations in photographs.
My walk to work each morning on 9th Street: Door locked behind me, headphones on, eyes wide from caffeine, waiting for the stoplights to turn green, and stepping over the cigarette butts and shards of glass in the cracks of the concrete. Staring into the shop windows, boarded up storefronts, scrawled messages on brick walls, the perfume of girls passing me, the exhaust of the bus, painted over graffiti. I haven’t touched the newspaper yet or found out the headlines for the day. And everywhere I look are signs, warm and cold, waiting for me and yet never intended for me at all.

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