We pulled out of the driveway and zipped past the corn fields and the barns. My camera snapping away.
Yep, I hung out the window like a dog, snapping photos as we flew down the country roads.
Bright blue skies with big puffy white clouds.
Along rolling hillsides.
Down to the river.
The James River is Virginia’s largest river, flowing across the entire state from its beginning at the headwaters of the Cowpasture and Jackson Rivers in Bath and Highland Counties, to its mouth at the Chesapeake Bay in Hampton Roads. The James is Virginia’s largest tributary to the Chesapeake Bay. The river is 340 miles long, which makes it one of the longest rivers in America that begins and ends in the same state.
A blue damsel fly rest on the banks of the river in a mud flat.
The recent heavy rains have turned the mighty James into roaring mud.
A ride in the country would not be complete without barns.
and rusty buildings
A yard full of bugs.
I have a special place in my heart for country churches.
We came upon this charming little church hidden among the grand old oaks.
The old slag glass with beautiful greens, purples and browns I wanted to capture in color, sadly I didn’t do it justice.
The cemetery calls for me to explore.
For my friend at Southern Rural Route – this one is for you.
I know how you love those lizards!
This particular cemetery had headstones for several children, and with all the sadness there is a certain sweetness too.
Back on the road we find an old school house.
And a haunted house, well if it isn’t it should be.
A great day riding with my man. Back home, a beautiful night sky unfolds into a super moon kind of night.
Looking up through a canopy of pine needles it looks kind of lacy.
Hope y’all have a great weekend with the one you love, doing what you love.
See you later, Bye!