I actually had a hard time picking out the best shot of the moon yesterday up at the north edge of town. These might have been the better shots.


I actually had a hard time picking out the best shot of the moon yesterday up at the north edge of town. These might have been the better shots.




Virginia.

Looking north.

It’s a creative nonfiction mag launched today by none other than Steve Watkins, my creative writing professor at Mary Washington College. And it’s a great read!
You can find it right here:
https://pieandchaimagazine.com/
Seriously, though, has anyone ever noticed that the building for Appalachian power has some goddam Stalinist architecture?
It’s like something out of Nineteen Eighty-Four.

Or maybe it’s just a catbird.
Roanoke, Virginia.

I found this praying mantis on one of my Autumn walks, up north of downtown Roanoke. He looked like he was hastily leaving the city. Maybe he was fed up with pesky people taking his photo.



The Bates Motel sign is an especially nice touch.
(Kirk Avenue in Roanoke, Virginia.)

[singing to the tune of “My Sharona”]:
“FRIED BALONEY!!!!”
It’s good stuff. Thanks, Internet!
Might have to try that “fried green tomatoes” thing next, I dunno.
Update: I’m in the middle of watching “Doctor Sleep,” so YOU wash the frying pan.