White House

I was standing in front of the White House gates just after sunset staring at an angry looking Secret Service officer, holding an automatic weapon. It was a week after a major terrorism event that was all over national news and the security was extremely high in front of the President's home. Machine Gun carrying guards and all. I wanted to take a picture of the White House, but without the looming wrought-iron gate blocking my view.I had arrived late on the scene, having gotten stuck in traffic on my way to DC. I was working for the summer in a small city about 30 minutes out of Washington – Annapolis, Maryland. I worked 80 hours a week with no days off, so getting off work at 7 on a sunday was a big deal. I hopped into an old beaten up car that I'd just bought, for adventures like these. I had it all planned out, I would get to the White House 20 minutes before the sunset and capture the beautiful summer sunset that the East Coast of the US does so well on a clear day. It didn't end