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Hershberger Road, Roanoke, Virginia, March 2025

I took this shot because it shows how mountains encircle Roanoke.  (From this one particular place on Hershberger Road, you can see them in the distance in the west, north and east.)

For newcomers hailing from a very flat place like Long Island, this can actually mess with your sense of direction — because your mind might unconsciously use the nearest mountain as a frame of reference.  (It should be noted here, however, that I have always had a lousy sense of direction.  I was legendary in New York for easily becoming lost.)



The paragon of Southern culture and the crown jewel of Hershberger Road.

Krispy Kreme.

Roanoke, Virginia.

I can see!!! I can see!!!

I was at first taken aback by my need to seek (sigh) bifocals.  But that feeling was mitigated entirely by the return of … the world!!  It is rendered in such exquisite detail — even things that are far away!!  (I had no idea that I needed glasses so badly.)

Roanoke’s sweeping wooded vistas are once again completely novel to me.  It’s beauty times two for a transplanted New Yorker.  🙂



New(ish) train mural off Kirk Avenue.

The local artist is John Murrill; I think this was completed last year.

My photo here is terribly cropped, but I just loved those tree branches at top and wanted to keep them.

Stand in the place where you live. (Now face north.)

Check out these awesome Christmas presents I received from some totally cool Roanoke friends — bookstands for displaying some of the publications that have featured my poems.  🙂

Also among the Yuletide goodies were an Irish coin and a piece of Connemara marble — ideal for setting up beside my copy of The Galway Review 12.



Morning in Roanoke, Virginia, January 2025

Campbell Avenue.

2025’s first snow in Roanoke, Virginia

Well … it WAS snowing in Roanoke a little while ago. And it was coming down pretty hard too. Then the sun came out and it vanished completely.

Campbell Avenue at Market Square.



Slava Ukraini.

I never noticed this before — there is a Ukrainian flag flying at the Roanoke Valley War Memorial.



I scream for ice cream.

So I noticed recently that there’s a new ice cream joint on South Jefferson Street.  (At least I think it’s new; it takes me forever to notice anything.)

It looks auspicous.  I might just go looking for a tall chocolate milkshake into which to drown my sorrows.



Outside the Virginia Museum of Transportation, Roanoke, Virginia.

October 2024.