I took these shots last night, before I joined some great friends for great conversation and a great dinner on a balmy midwinter weekend. Every February should be as kind.








I took these shots last night, before I joined some great friends for great conversation and a great dinner on a balmy midwinter weekend. Every February should be as kind.












December 2016. These woods are among the Allegheny Mountains, along the Appalachian Mountain Range.


















I’ve mentioned this before, but the mountains around Roanoke are so high that their peaks ascend the clouds. You can see them from our back porch.
I will never tire of seeing that.







The first two pictures of the Alexandria train station here are quite poor, but I’m running them anyway. The first photo shows a falcon perched in a tree just outside the building. (He kinda surprised me by launching himself up from some shrubbery just 12 feet away.) The picture just doesn’t do him justice. He was huge.
The second photo shows the headquarters of The Motley Fool, even though you can read its sign in white letters only if you squint. It was a weird surprise for me as I milled about, waiting for a train that was delayed for three hours. The Motley Fool website is a favorite for my finance-type friends in the New York metropolitan area.
The structure in the third photo should be recognizable to anyone who takes the metro north — the 333-foot George Washington Masonic National Memorial. It stands atop Shooter’s Hill, which was considered by James Madison and Thomas Jefferson as a possible site for the nation’s capitol. It doesn’t date from the Revolutionary period; it was built in 1922.
It’s an odd, foreboding looking building, if you ask me. Its design seems schizoid — it can’t decide if it wants to be an ornate cathedral or a nondescript, staid looking modern bank. It was supposedly designed after the legendary Lighthouse of Alexandria in ancient Egypt.
















See yesterday’s article in The Free Lance-Star linked below.
I do believe that all of the major Mary Washington College hangouts in the mid-1990’s are now gone … Unless I am mistaken, Spanky’s, The Irish Brigade and Mother’s Pub have all long since closed … I think not long after the Class of 1994 graduated. (Correct me if I’m wrong — PLEASE. It would make me feel better.)
It … just isn’t the same Fredericksburg any more.
What about that country bar on Princess Anne Street? The one that was supposedly so rough — but fine to take your date on those “okay” nights when they had square dancing? Was it “The San Antonio Rose?” Or was it called “The Yellow Rose of Texas,” after the song? Something like that?
The Roanoke Star has crested Mill Mountain more than 1,000 feet above the city since 1949. It is visible for 60 miles, and results in Roanoke’s nickname as the “Star City.”
The views of the Roanoke Valley from the mountain’s crown are breathtaking.





