The best way to judge a city or town, in my humble opinion, is to ask yourself whether you’d move there by choice. In considering Lexington, Virginia as an option for myself, I’d answer no, without hesitation. It’s not a pretty town by any stretch of the imagination, although its image might improve a little if they got rid of the telephone poles and wires overhead. On a scale of one to five, I’d give it a two, because there are, in truth, a lot less attractive places I’ve visited, like Augusta, Maine, which rates a half star and which has to rank as the ugliest State capitol in the entire country.
Closeup of a Lexington sidewalk. I liked the pattern of the brick.
Here's the story behind this picture. To the right of the electric candle is a case of wine called Chateauneuf Du Pape. I lived in the town of Chateauneuf, France for almost three years as a kid, in what can best be described as the happiest time in my life as a child.
I love taking pictures of people and their dogs. Maybe someday I'll post a blog devoted exclusively to that photo subject matter.
Lee Chapel, used as a multi-purpose center for Washington and Lee University, houses a museum in the basement, where Robert Edward Lee and family members are also entombed. Don't even dare taking pictures inside, because anyone caught trying will be sentenced to four years of college life at V.M.I. I wandered in toward the end of one tour and the start of another. Both groups, with the exception of one person (guess who), reacted with positive excitement over the guide's announcement that Associate Justice of the Supreme Court Clarence Thomas would be speaking the following night. .
Jackson's VMI statue looking away toward the Blue Ridge. If you look closely enough at the clouds on the right you can see the image of Little Sorrel.