The evening after huge thunderstorms rolled through brought this sunset:
You can just barely see the sun through the trees on Brush Mountain.
Looking east revealed this beautiful cloud, with distant thunder rumbling.
Dusk in the New River Valley.
You can just barely see the sun through the trees on Brush Mountain.
Looking east revealed this beautiful cloud, with distant thunder rumbling.
Dusk in the New River Valley.
Squash blossom maturing into squash.
Tomato blossom.
Less ominous squash blossom.
Another backlit leaf. I love how the light filters through the forest in the afternoon.
A very scary looking Indian Pipe near War Spur Trail.
Puddle on a locked metal plate, Blacksburg golf course
Kerosene lamp globe from my grandmother's house
Melting icicle
Sunset one evening, with a blustery 20-25 mph wind and temperatures in the mid-40s. It was quite chilly on the headland.
We stayed at the Lighthouse Inn, the renovated lightkeeper's house.
The lighthouse. More of a house than a tower, in contrast to the tall lighthouses we're used to on the North Carolina coast.