Tag Archives: Roanoke

This spring is in full swing.

Roanoke, Virginia, May 2018.

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“Just look at the flowers, Lizzie.”

“Just look at the flowers.”

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A night scene.

It’s another blurry photograph; did you expect anything more at this blog?  But I still think it’s kind of neat and atmospheric — like maybe the rear of a book cover for a horror novel.

What you see at left are the moon and Venus, respectively.

 

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A brush with uncertainty.

Sooooo, I suppose this is one of the reasons they tell you to never hike alone — the disorienting, downright Lovecraftian plantlife that limits your visibility, confuses your sense of direction and challenges your sanity.  (I arrived at this insight hiking alone.)  I have recently come to understand that this is what the people from the South and the West sometimes refer to as “the brush.”

I am frequently surprised when walking through the hills at how uneven the terrain is.  (Probably why they call it “the hills.”)  But I’m gaining a new appreciation for how daunting mountain flora can be.

I also saw a white-tailed deer — it looked as big as a frikkin’ Clydesdale.

 

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I have come here to berry Caesar …

… not to praise him.

(Facebook friends, Roanokers, countrymen … lend me some money.)

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More flora announcing spring.

Roanoke, Virginia, April 2018.

 

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“Hope springs eternal …”

Roanoke, Virginia, April 2018.

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Signs of Spring?

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Sooooo … spring, then?

Is that what these mean?

Because it was pretty cold last night and this morning the wind sounded as though it wanted to take the roof off.

 

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Texas Tavern, Roanoke, Virginia

It isn’t in Texas and it isn’t a tavern.  It’s a family-owned, all-night burger joint that’s been around since 1930.  And it’s awesome.

That shot of Church Street is awful.  But I’m including it anyway, because New Yorkers simply cannot fathom how empty these streets can be — and quiet!  So often Roanoke seems like a scene in “The Quiet Earth” (1985).

 

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