(part of brett's logjam.)
15 October 2009
Looking up at the chandelier in the rotunda inside Jamestowne Settlement. I’ve spent a lot of time there of late.
30 October 2008
12 April 2008
27 February 2008
7 February 2008
1 February 2008
29 January 2008
17 December 2007
An American Cream Draft horse, at Colonial Williamsburg.
12 December 2007
11 December 2007
9 December 2007
You may have noticed that I shoot a lot of horse photographs. Part of this is because my son went through a period when he could not get enough of the horses downtown in Colonial Williamsburg.
And part of it, frankly, is that I like horses. I can’t ride worth a damn, but I like ‘em anyway. So there.
We’ve had a few new arrivals in the CW stables in the last few months, and I haven’t learned all the new kids’ names, so I can’t properly attribute these photos to a model. But eventually I’ll have the current crop down.
Anyhow, I kept telling him, over and over, that I had no treats on me and just wanted to take his picture. No apples, no mints, no altoids.
He preened, and posed, and then pestered me for a reward anyway.
Oh well. I gave him a good nose-scratching to make up for it.
The Governor’s Palace in Colonial Williamsburg has a storied history, and is well worth the visit.
The Tucker House at Colonial Williamsburg serves as the donor reception center, where contributors of $100+/year can go to take a break while touring CW. The house is staffed by helpful, friendly volunteers — all of whom know my son.
When he was younger, Trip would go there three times a week without fail. Now that he’s older (2.5 and counting!), his schedule is more erratic, but he still visits about once a week or so to get a cookie and eat it on the front sign. Given how hot and cold it can be walking around Williamsburg, I’d say we more than get our money’s worth out of his contribution.
This photograph was taken in the late afternoon sun, from the Palace Green. I used a tripod for the first time on one of my walkabouts this particular afternoon, with some good (and bad) results.
More photos from this shoot to follow.
8 December 2007
20 October 2007
Colonial Williamsburg’s "Prelude To Victory" weekend celebrates the march of the American and French armies through Williamsburg on their way to besiege the British forces in Yorktown in October, 1781.
More photos are available in my Flickr set .
30 September 2007
29 September 2007
8 September 2007
1 September 2007
27 July 2007
Last August, a nor’easter dropped 10 inches of rain on Williamsburg, damaging the dam on Lake Powell. As a temporary measure, the water levels of the lake were lowered by 7 feet to reduce the pressure on the dam.
This summer, the mud turned green as a variety of grasses and plants colonized the lakebed, slowly creeping across the flats. Geese and herons are a common site along the banks of the marshy stream that flows through the northern side of the lakebed. It is a far, far different site than the placid lake ever was; this view constantly changes, an environment in transition.
Nature finds a way.
19 July 2007
Every weekend before Independence Day, Williamsburg is invaded by His Majesty’s forces and placed under martial law.
Soldiers are everywhere.
(And I mean, everywhere.)
The town is turned into an armed camp, and townsfolk are arrested and subject to military justice.
Papers are tucked into the brims of hats, ready to be presented when requested. And they are requested a lot.
This weekend recreates the occupation of Williamsburg from June 25th to July 4th, 1781, by the British forces under General Lord Cornwallis.
The occupying army were not maurauders, and made efforts to win over the Colonists.
Some Loyalists even signed up for service.
It was, however, still an occupation. There is nothing trivial about martial law.
The presentation of the tyranny that led to the ‘Revolt of the Colonies’ is a startling reminder of what freedom is, by taking it away for a weekend.
Life goes on, but it is far, far different.
The re-enactors who converge on Williamsburg do a great job. They present the human side of the enemy in our national creation myth, and show that the American Revolution was fought not by monsters, but by honorable men.
They accurately portray the variety of forces that fought during the war, including the Hessian mercenaries:
And many of the British dragoon corps:
As well as many of the infantry regiments:
And all sides of the military are presented.
I should mention that it’s wickedly hot, they’re wearing wool, and they sleep in tents. We had a major thunderstorm roll through this year, too.
And by invading my peaceful town once a year, they remind us all of how tyranny looks, lest we forget.
More photos are available in my Under the Redcoat set on Flickr.
16 July 2007
Photograph from the Under the Redcoat program at Colonial Williamsburg, recreating the occupation of Williamsburg from June 25th to July 4th, 1781, by the British forces under General Lord Cornwallis.
This weekend is one of the larger summertime events, as historical reenactors from all over the country converge and declare martial law on Colonial Williamsburg. (Many folks come just to get arrested.)
18 June 2007
17 June 2007
Because my son loves horses, I am now able to identify most of the horses that pull Colonial Williamsburg’s carriages on sight. For example:
That’s Jack and Jill; I recognized them because Jack could stand to lose a few pounds. (And by a few, I mean a lot.)
Jack, of course, is usually in the pasture on DoG street, greedily taking handouts from the visitors. He looks much more dignified in this picture than when he’s snarfing grass from kids.
16 June 2007
I was really quite happy with how this series of shots turned out; the Tucker House always provides a nice striking background. (I think the second shot is my favorite for exactly this reason; the background is outstanding.)
And, you know, I’m there every week. So it’s not really out of my way.
This bird rooted around on the ground for a little while before moving up to the top of the fence. I didn’t know what he had in his mouth until after I viewed it on my computer.
6 June 2007
Jack, one of Colonial Williamsburg’s carriage horses, pauses for a close-up.
24 May 2007
20 May 2007
This weekend’s film crew was after the Colonial Williamsburg Fife and Drum Corps Alumni:
Did you know that the Corps has over 700 performances a year? Holy moly.
This was also my first time watching the CW Productions crew at work.
It wasn’t very hot yesterday, so the multiple takes they went through to get the right shots probably weren’t an issue.
It’s hot enough today, though, that I can imagine folks want to get it done right the first time.
Off one of the side streets near William and Mary.
I suspect the sign is trying to fit in with the in-crowd, but may be trying too hard.
23 April 2007
Two of Colonial Williamsburg’s horsemen make ready for yesterday’s Dragoon training.
Dragoons are perhaps unfairly maligned because of their name’s similarity to Dragons — they are mounted infantrymen, usually armed with sword and musket/carbine.
Many of the horses who participated in Saturday’s training had never had military training before, so there was some uncertainty on the trainer’s part as to how the afternoon would go.
21 April 2007
I am really quite pleased to have YAH back from the shop.
This time, I took her to Ebby’s Auto Painting & Collision Repair (757-220-0695) and they did a great job with her. Their good reputation in town is justly deserved.
Best of all? She was clean when I picked her up.
It’s the little things that matter.
12 April 2007
7 April 2007
Scene from this morning:
Her: Good morning! We have a surprise for you!
Trip: Mahning! Dada!
Me, groggy: Wha?
Her: <opens shades and points outside>
Me: What the … ?
Indeed, there was snow. Lots of snow.
We had about an inch fall last night, and another inch or so this morning.
The air was cold this morning.
Don’t get me wrong; we still went out for our Saturday morning walk downtown. We just walked quickly. Even Trip admitted it was cold.
(It’s melting out there now, but is expected to freeze over again tonight. Bring your plants in.)
27 March 2007
Photo taken at the March 10th Williamsburg Farmer’s Market.
26 March 2007
It’s interesting to see such a wide variety of blooming trees; the DC area is rightly renowned for the spectacular cherry and pear blossoms during this time of year, but they overshadow everything else. Make no mistake: the sheer concentration of those trees (and not just along the Tidal Basin) makes for quite a sight, and shouldn’t be missed.
But it’s nice to see some variety, too.
25 March 2007
One of several newborn Leicester Longwool lambs in Colonial Williamsburg. This little one is less than a week old.
Other pictures from this morning’s walk are up on flickr. Odd shooting conditions for the first part of the morning, with a visible haze and overcast skies that burned off by mid-morning. This was exactly the reverse of what the forecast called for.
(To see the lambs: go down Duke of Gloucester to Nassau, turn right, go one block.)
23 March 2007
View of the James River from the Kingsmill resort, Williamsburg, Virginia.
We had a nice brunch there last weekend, but I’m pretty sure it won’t make the weekly routine.
18 March 2007
Sundial in a garden off of Duke of Gloucester Street in Colonial Williamsburg.
(Some things don’t need software patches.)
16 March 2007
14 March 2007
12 March 2007
Stephen Moore performs at this weekend’s Williamsburg Farmer’s Market.
I’m off to the City early tomorrow morning. It’s no surprise that I miss this town a little more every time I have to leave.
8 March 2007
4 March 2007
These two horses are not pulling a carriage (unlike most of my horse pictures), but are rather riding horses carrying two gentlemen down Duke of Gloucester Street in Colonial Williamsburg.
28 February 2007
26 February 2007
I dunno. You go out for your Saturday morning walk, someone leaves cannons in your way.
Life is like that sometimes.
25 February 2007
23 February 2007
17 February 2007
Photos up from this morning’s walk through downtown Williamsburg.
28 January 2007
Saturday morning in Colonial Williamsburg.
January is very quiet in this town.
Still, everyone goes about their morning routine:
Looking for the telltale sign that someone is open for business:
But I think everyone secretly hopes for spring.
(Some folks aren’t very good at keeping secrets, though.)