Wendy Long Stanley

I crouched down on the corner of a street in Washington, D.C., my phone in my hand, interviewing a man who refused to tell me his name. Instead, he said, “Call me Triple G.”

When I arrived on the East Coast in May, there was one thing I was most excited to see: monuments. I’m a history buff, and I couldn't imagine anything cooler than visiting grand spaces dedicated to my favorite American heroes. With my camera in hand, I set out to capture as many monuments as my memory card would allow.