I know I've only been in the blog business for a few weeks and have probably mentioned my brother Matt nine times already. Not surprising to anyone who knows him, or the close relationship we've shared over the years, including two separate (and surprisingly peaceful) co-habitations and one hilarious cross country trip in an overstuffed Jeep Wrangler, from which my butt still might be a little sore 17 years later.
Matt is a photographer of extraordinary, spine-tingling talent who's traveled around the world shooting everything from Super Bowls to wars to weddings. (Which can sometimes be as exasperating as wars for photographers, I think.) He's also an amazing writer. (Dare you to read this Washington Post story and not cry.) And he might just have the biggest heart of anyone I know. So much so that I've decided to let that infamous carrot-up-the-nose incident of our childhood slide.
So leave it to Matt, just when I thought all my excitement over the inauguration had died down, to give me chills all over again with his touching account of his inaugural experience. Read it here. And I'm voting this my new favorite Obama inaugural picture, hands down. Click on it to see it full size.
Oh, and fear not. I promise in the weeks ahead to give equal air time to the rest of the fabulous Mendelsohn boys -- Andrew, Daniel and Eric. It's just exhausting having this many siblings. ;-)