Somewhere in or around Hollins. One of the things you see looking south is the Roanoke — Blacksburg Regional Airport.
Look for a surprise appearance by Mr. Turkey Vulture!
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“*HOW* did I get here?!”
Old people thoughts I totally had today:
“This McDonald’s is exceptionally clean. The staff should be commended.”
“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map.”
“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
— Sarah Dessen
(This quote was found on the Ravenous Butterflies Facebook page.)
Hello, Mr. Heron.
I finally got a shot of the heron that hangs out around the beaver dam (?) down at the Roanoke River.
Preorders available for the Gathering poetry anthology!
You can pre-order your copy of the Gathering poetry anthology, assembled by Poets Anonymous for release at its book launch on August 22nd in Fairfax, Virginia. The anthology will include my poem, “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks.”
Details can be found here at the website for Local Gems Press, which is collaborating with Poets Anonymous to produce the book.
“Nothing” appears in Down in the Dirt Volume #210.
The August 2023 issue of Down in Dirt Magazine just dropped (Volume #210), including my short poem, “Nothing.” The theme of this issue is “At the Zoo.”
You can purchase a copy of Volume #210 right here at Amazon.
Or, you can read the entire issue online for free. My piece can be found right here.
Thanks once again to Editor Janet Kuypers for permitting me to showcase my work in such an outstanding literary magazine!
They leveled my old dorm at Mary Washington College.
No, it wasn’t due to the infamy of me having once lived there. I have not yet fully scandalized a building.
This article is from two years ago — but I just saw this today when an alum shared it.
WOW, the memories I have of that place.
Alvey Hall Demolition at University of Mary Washington
Just a tiny abandoned train trestle over a tiny creek.
Off Brandon Avenue SW. I thought it was neat.
Leave it to … beaver?
I’ll be honest with you … the jury is still out with me about whether this is actually a beaver dam in the Roanoke River. Is it possible that this is just a collection of detritus?
One or two of my Southern friends have assured me that it indeed looks like a dam. But I’m not sure if they’re messing with me or not.
I know I saw movement down there that one night in May when I passed over it on the bridge. But it was dark.
And I realized earlier tonight that I could have been seeing another group of animals entirely. After I took the pictures you see below, I passed over that bridge yet again, and I got excited when I saw a critter down there. I grabbed my phone and started shooting video … until I recognized the distinctive striped tail of a raccoon. Little masked bandit had me fooled. He even saw me looming after him, and shot me what looked like an embarrassed look before scampering off.
I love my little valley town.
I think it gets prettier the longer I stay here.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 