Category: riverine

Eacles imperialis

mothra
Eacles imperialis is one of a few saturniid species in a regional decline throughout the northeastern US, with some New England states lacking records for many decades. A colony on Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts, has been the subject of scientific and local political activity, especially concerning preservation of sensitive frost-bottom oak/pine habitat.–Wikipedia

Butorides virescens

heron
Green herons are one of the few species of animal known to use tools. In particular, they commonly use bread crusts, insects, or other items as bait. The bait is dropped onto the surface of a body of water in order to lure fish. When a fish takes the bait, the green heron will then grab and eat the fish.–Wikipedia

RVA

Z dam
When I was a child the James River and its tributaries between Bosher’s dam and Williams Island was my playground.
Hugenot Bridge
I walked east along the south bank of the James River last week. The City of Richmond has done a commendable job providing trails and access. The river is now enjoyed by many.
stinging nettle
In the 60’s there were few trails. We’d bush whack through stands of this (Laportea canadensis?) taller than we were.

Branta canadensis

downtown mall
Friday morning, snow quietly begins in Charlottesville
Riverview Park, Saturday.
Saturday was another story. Cold, snow blowing.
I ran into some folk on the Rivanna trail wearing snow shoes.
I ran into some folk on the Rivanna trail wearing snow shoes.
woolen mills chapel
Skiers from Fifeville
playing with gravity
Non-city sanctioned, recreation in the street. My favorite aspect of a snow storm, bipeds reclaim the commons, temporarily people, rule.
C&O CSX Buckingham Bramch
C&O railroad bridge, Moores Creek. Anyone know what year this was built?
snow load
Woolen Mills roofs, Alexander, Milby, Hudson, Timberlake…
snow shovelers walk the street
Momentary uptick in entrepreneurial activity.

still point

Town Creek sunrise

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, The Four Quartets, Burnt Norton