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.”
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.
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.
Even though you actually can’t tell from this picture, which I now realize. Dammit.
Use your imagination.
That last shot you see is of people on their way to line up in the Christmas Parade.
Not all of these shots are great — obviously. The last two, though, I’m kinda proud of.