Eastern view from the Rivanna Turnpike aka Woolen Mills Road aka Market Street. Millhouse in the foreground, Charlottesville Albemarle smokestack in the near distance, north shoulder of Monticello Mountain far distance.
It struck me this morning that the park I walk through owes much of its existence to successive technologies. The streetcar technology (smokestack above) has been abandoned. The other technologies that undergird this public space are sewage collection and high voltage electrical transmission.Rivanna trail, winter weather.Geology and topography have graced the park with a river. So far, in our political wisdom, we have discouraged building in the river’s channel.The industrial and the natural features maintain an uneasy balance, remarkably it feels like a park.
It’s not easy living next door to a photographer. Mrs. Steve Sherman tolerated me. She was a wonderful neighbor. Brimming with strength, grace and humor.
