This photo was taken in late August 2015 inside the living quarters at the Great Hope Plantation located in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. The period of time in history was around the late 1700’s.
I heard that Great Hope Plantation will no longer have interpreters but will be a self guided tour with signage only.
It’s amazing what is seen as I walked through the Peninsula Memorial Park in Newport News, VA. Many displays of life size sculptures of statues are displayed throughout garden.
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A family stroll through Duke of Gloucester Street in Williamsburg, VA.
I know those footsteps by the impression it makes as you lead the way. I feel and hear you breathe. Your breath is like a feathery touch as it blows gently against my skin. The slow back and forth sway of thin branches creak with each inhale and exhale of your breath. A beam of white light spreads above the darkness on the horizon. Patches of light fog filters the white glow. As the sun rises and the fog lifts, a bright, clear, new day begins. You are smiling and happy to see me.
I smell the sweetness of life flowing as you move about. The potpourri of pines, persimmons and the musty scent of rich soil permeates the area. The morning freshness is like a splash of water on my face.
The choir of birds sing their chorus of melodies of joy as their day begins. It is like angels singing praise and worship as you watch over your children. Thank you Lord for my life, it is a pleasure to serve you and follow your footsteps.
This post is in response to the daily prompt: Footsteps
A drop could be a very small quantity of anything. At the end of its fall, it will leave an impression. What are those special words you may drop on someone to leave an impression?
Are you there to pick up that small quantity of liquid that drops from the face of a person in sorrow? A drop of kind words is an impression that may bring comfort, joy, gratitude, and compassion.
After it is dropped look for that impression.
This is a plein air painting I did at Blue Bird Gap Farm.
The first known owner of the property on which Blue Bird Gap Farm now stands was Captain William Tucker. Captain Tucker bought the property in 1622. Since then it has changed hands several times through out the centuries. In 1969, the City of Hampton, Virginia acquired the property and opened Blue Gap Farm.
The 60-acre farm has around 150 domestic and wild animals; such as the typical farm animals, also it is the home to birds of prey, whitetail deer, llamas, alpacas, tortoises, peacocks, rabbits, and waterfowl.
On the property is a petting zoo, for the young and the young at heart.
Although this setting is surrounded by the interstate and the urban communities, it is a peaceful, quiet, and tranquil place. The atmosphere and environment mesmerizes you to the deep country life of days gone by.
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This tiny bird known as the Golden-crown Kinglet must have read my mind. I was thinking I’d like to get a good shot of its crown. No sooner said, he leans down to show me his famous icon, the the golden crown.
As my friend and I walked the path at Noland Trail in Newport News VA, he noticed a fresh hole in an old tree. We weren’t sure what species made this nest hole. We were curious. So, the next day we brought are our tripods, cameras, and a stool. We set up our equipment about 30 to 40 yards from the base of the tree. The hole was about 40 feet up the tree and we waited patiently. Finally, it paid off. This pileated adult male, one of the most prominent birds of the forest flew in and clung to the trunk of the tree near the nest hole. To my surprise, as he moved to the hole a pileated fledge peeked its’ head out of the hole.
By R Smith
My wife and I walked out on the back porch in midst of a bright, clear morning. There was a little wind, but we could see the results of the thunderstorm.
In the back yard, patches of grass tips peaked above the water that flooded most of the yard. Through out the yard laid twigs and branches. Puffs of wind pushed the fallen leaves on to spots of dry land.
Natures’ symphony was at its best. Cardinals, wrens, and sparrows chirped their sounds of various notes of their musical scales. Seeds, nats and worms were of abundance for our feathery friends. These little birds playfully dove, swooped and skittered to catch their cornucopia of food.
I said to my wife, “I am sure glad we were not outdoors through the storm.” We walked down the porch stairs. The soggy ground swished under our feet; it was like walking on a wet sponge. The muddy water glistened like shaking Jell-O. The sun light was getting brighter and stronger.
I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with the clean fresh air, and it felt good. Storms seem to help clean, dust, and brighten Gods’ garden. I guess it is His way of house cleaning.
By R Smith
Should bicycling in the city be stressful?:
It’s Thursday about 2:00pm. The weather is very hot, about 95% humidity with temperatures in the high 80’s. The dark grey skies looked as though the thunder, lightning and rain is about to let loose. I cut my bike workout short. The traffic is heavy especially on Maxwell. Yates elementary school is off of Maxwell. The fleet of school buses is on the move heading to Yates. In addition to the buses and cars, parents are huddled on the corners waiting to give comfort to their love ones as they get off the bus.
Biking in the city is not a great stress relief. City biking does help improve alertness, reflexes, and to keep focus in a 360 degree radius. The stress I encompass is coming to an intersection. The light is green my way. Traffic is coming against me. I wonder. Do I take a chance if the car coming toward me is going to go straight or will it turn? The car doesn’t indicate it will turn; just as I am ready to cross, the driver sees me and then turns on the signal. Emergency braking, I pull on both rear and front brakes at the same time and come to a screeching halt in a stand up position.
I try to ride on the pavement if at all possible; even that is a challenge. I need to be alert for broken glass; sometimes I don’t see it until I am almost on top of it. One time I came upon some pieces of glass and had to quickly turn the handle bar to avoid the tiny shards of glass. I barely miss the glass, only to come within inches of hitting a fire hydrant.
Other times you have people walking with their ear buds on listening to what ever, anything but to me. I slowly come behind them and I call out “Coming to your left” Sure enough they look startled and do a quick move to the their left, then another quick step to their right. It looks almost like a dance step. They apologize and I smile and say no problem.
By R. Smith