It’s 7:30 on a chilly Saturday morning. Most of the world is taking advantage of the weekend and sleeping in all nice and comfy under their warm blankets. I, on the other hand, am heading down to a place called Dutch Gap to watch a group of LOONS catching birds and fitting them for bracelets.
If you really think about it, they are one of the strangest creatures on Earth. They start out with hundreds of little feet on worm-like bodies (except for the inch worm, which is missing most of it’s legs in the middle) that eat either a strict vegetarian diet or eat other bugs, they then wrap
You know what makes me feel good? Ghost bustin’. And you know what else makes me feel good? The James River Park System. When a friend from the Center for Paranormal Research & Investivation (CPRI, www.virginiaghosts.com) mentioned that he was headed out to the Byrd Park Pumphouse at night I donned my camera bag (no
It’s starting to get cooler in Richmond. Chlorophyll is just starting to disappear as the pigment of choice for our photosynthesizing friends. Students have returned to school. Our roads are once again filled with fixed gear bicycles, skinny jeans, and horn-rimmed glasses. Pumpkin flavored everything is making it’s way onto the market. It’s that time
I don’t have any photos for this, but I wanted to help bring back this colonial holiday. It’s America’s Guy Fawkes Day, except without the creepy (read cool) masks, super-hero, and cool rhyme. Read more about the first attempt of indentured servants to become quickly un-indentured (couldn’t they have just taken their teeth out?) on
Summer is quickly coming to a close, and as Ned Stark would remind you that means winter is coming. So, let’s take a minute and squeeze every last drop out of summer that we possibly can! And what better way to milk the waning summer in Outside Magazine’s BEST RIVER TOWN than to get out on the
Well, we lost. But at least we did it spectacularly.
We have Great Blue Herons that visit Downtown yearly to teach us about the birds and the… well… the birds. We have royal murmerations of Purple Martins that make RVA a stop-over on the trip from Canada to Brazil. We also have another winged visitor that arrives to the banks of the James every year. We’re