These are just a few shots of the City of Roanoke in the vicinity of Mill Mountain. I really like the style of the houses here, although I don’t know what it is. They’re truly immense, despite looking a bit boxlike.
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“Memento Mori,” Frans van Everbroeck, circa 1654
Oil on canvas.
The Poet’s Guide to Flirting with Police Officers
Here’s my plan, anyway. I’m going to find out where that adorable lady cop’s regular patrol is, and then shoot past her in my car doing 70. When she pulls me over and asks to see my license, I’ll just wink slyly and ask if she means my poetic license.
See where that gets me.
Mill Mountain in Roanoke, Virginia, July 2018 (video)
Again, Mill Mountain rises to about 1,750 feet, and I think my friends and I were at the overlook at or near its summit. These videos don’t do justice to the view, although the second one at least gives you the best sense of looking down at the world. The slope is so steep that peering down nearly induces vertigo.
I don’t know how true this is, but I read somewhere that Roanoke is the only American city with a mountain that is actually inside the city limits.
“The Tempter and the Traitor – the Treason of Arnold on the Night of September 21, 1780”
Date unknown. From the Emmet Collection of Manuscripts, Etc. Relating to American History, New York Public Library.
Can you imagine what Christopher Hitchens would say about today?
Can you imagine how he would summon his command of the English language? What might his candor and concision produce?
How I wish we could hear him still. We need his unsmiling face and his pitiless intellect. We need his dismantling of fools and would-be kings.
Mill Mountain in Roanoke, Virginia, July 2018 (4)
My Side of the Mountain. Looking for Frightful and The Baron.
That view is extraordinary, isn’t it? Mill Mountain rises to around 1,750 feet, and these were taken when my alumbuds and I were at or near the summit.
Depiction of Buddha by Hong Zicheng, 17th Century
From the Xianfo Qizong.
Isn’t IT cute?
My baby groundhog buddy came back, but he’s shy all of a sudden. See the little twerp peeking out of the storm drain?
When I posted his picture on Facebook, however, Blog Correspondent Pete Harrison immediately cautioned me that he might NOT be a groundhog. (And me all alone in my little yellow raincoat!)
Cover to “Grendel” #26, John K. Snyder III, 1988
Comico.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 