I heard that she loved roses, long long ago.
Sophia is fine.
But there is a sadness as we approach the still point. Pack members gone. Life changing. Loss of familiar voices. Old ones going going. Dance and sing. Pause, remember, mourn.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.–T.S.Eliot
leaving, one limb at a time. Route 20 north between Charlottesville and Orange. Same tree in 2006
I think there used to be a median with trees on route 29.
This new asphalt, District Avenue, runs northwest off Rt. 29 to two-hundred and fifty “luxury apartments” under construction, now leasing.
…living at its finest located in Charlottesville, Virginia, just steps away from The Shops at Stonefield – the new gathering place for Charlottesville residents. We’re close to everything and a haven from it all.–Stonefield Commons
Walking in the County southeast past the shops at Stonefield. Enjoying the new sidewalk and trees. Headed home. Arriving at the “Main Street” of the County, US Route 29, the neighborhood model takes on a new light. How is the pedestrian meant to cross into Charlottesville? Carefully. Not sure exactly how many lanes there are, standing on one side they are a challenge to count. Big asphalt. Twelve lanes?
There are lots of hashmarks scattered about the intersection, providing guidance to motorists about how to negotiate the DMZ. I didn’t see a crosswalk.
It seems that “transit” in the county means four wheels and a motor. If you have the misfortune to engage in bipedal locomotion, be fleet of foot. What momma said. Look both ways before crossing this road.
In an alternate reality.
domestic architecture, Woolen Mills neighborhood.
Charlottesville Tomorrow posted a slide show , one slide every 30 seconds, 6.5 mile trip down the Rivanna.
Mr. Fields, Sunday before election day, working to re-elect President Obama.
I miss listening to Jim Kunstler on my weekly drives around Virginny.
Farewell to the auto age and hello again to real communities. Hard to believe, I’m sure, as you read this in traffic on your iPad, but your commuting days are numbered.–James Howard Kunstler