I photographed this Egret from my kayak on the Warwick River; a 14.4 mile tidal estuary that meanders through tall grasses and cat-o-nine tails to cut its way into the James River.
This piece of paradise is a birders’ delight. I spotted Herons, Egrets, Sandpipers, and at least six other small bird species I couldn’t identify. One hairy critter smoothly swam across my bow. As it went ashore I identified it as a muskrat.
This beautiful peaceful setting is in Newport News, VA. In 2013 the population was estimated to be 183,412, making it the fifth-most populous city in Virginia. According to the United States Census Bureau the city has a total area of 120 square miles (310 km2), of which 69 square miles (180 km2) is land and 51 square miles (130 km2) (42.4%) is water.
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.
A family stroll through Duke of Gloucester Street in Williamsburg, VA.
In the early Colonial America, the early women colonists and settlers were expected to help the men in a variety of hard labor tasks in order to survive. As shown in the blacksmith shop, this young lady is a journeyman working as a trades person.. This photo was taken in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia.
Focusing on the Lady in Blue, this candid photograph was shot through an opening in the woodpile.
Clop, clop, clop is the slow rhythmic sound of horses’ hooves heard on the street of Duke of Gloucester. Horse-drawn carriage rides are a way to enjoy the 18th century history here in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia.
These are photos I took in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. They seem to say to me. From the past, present and future a woman’s work is never done.
In the period of dress of the revolutionary period, this interpreter plays the game “Shut-the-Box”. A traditional pub game played by sailors, fisherman and fur trappers.
This is the actual photo I took. No photoshop or gimmicks.
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