“No place so strong, so pleasant and delightful in Virginia for which we called it Non-such.” — John Smith describing Powhatan, later the site of Richmond.
We have lived across from a way station for maintenance and construction contractors for about five years (out of 20) now and in that time the City has had little concern in maintaining the street or picking up the leaves. At least I have access to photographing our lakefront property currently.
Our cut back Carolina Jasmine that did poorly from extreme winter and a decoy crow that was a Christmas present from an old friend aware of my past year’s attempt to photograph.
A friend at the beach got me this miniature Neptune reproduction that was sold at the HERITAGE NATURAL MARKET of the DiPasquale original. Paul had mentioned it was done by a Chinese artist?
This was where Purple Martins swarm down into the Bradford Pear trees next to the 17th Street Farmers’ Market. Typically in July and August, crowds gather at dusk to watch 20,000 to 30,000 of the birds swoop into their trees. This year, however, the birds have not returned. A few fly by on some nights before moving on.