Iron Gate, Virginia, January 2017

The past week’s cold facilitated a rare occurrence — the freezing of the Cowpasture River in Iron Gate.  My friend posted these yesterday.

I think that second shot is really damned cool.  I believe that’s the spot where the protruding rocks make the mini-rapids that they call “riffles.”

 

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Botetourt County, Virginia, December 2017

These are the last photos of 2017, I suppose.  It’s nice that they are of such a beautiful place — despite those cold, foreboding gravestone-colored skies this past weekend.

Virginians are a hardy and gracious lot.  And the people of Botetourt define hospitable.  My friends there showed me terrific time when we celebrated the holidays.

And check out the second-to-last shot below.  Those are the world famous Llamas of Botetourt County.

 

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Salem, Virginia, December 2017 (2)

This is one festive town.  It seems like there is a parade every five minutes.  Last night it was the local high school boys; they’d won their fifth state championship for … something or other.  Football, given the season?

They waved and shouted “Merry Christmas,” so I responded in kind to be polite.  Then a particularly friendly Salem woman commented to me that I must be a very proud father, and that got me feeling all weird.

A couple of the kids shouted, “Support Net Neutrality!”  That’s some nice work there, Salem.

I’m including a picture of me here to show off an early Christmas present from an amazingly talented poet friend — a monogrammed, handmade scarf.  I only had errands yesterday in the town, but I threw on my dress overcoat and pretended to be Bruce Wayne.

 

 

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