Last Sunday, I took another absurdly long walk around Colonial Williamsburg. There are so many hidden gardens and side streets to explore, so it seems that no matter how many times you go you always find yourself somewhere new.
Initials mysteriously (but neatly) carved into a brick wall…
House by Governor’s Palace
Outdoor Oven
I spent quite awhile meandering about the Governor’s Palace Gardens, which seemed as if they could have been enchanted in the misty gloom. Don’t mind me while I wax poetic.
grapevine alleyway
I couldn’t decide which gate photo I preferred.
Outdoor theater
Some logs, roots, and other bits of trees, living and dead: I have a strange aesthetic appreciation for wood grain.
I wish I knew what happened to this poor tree.
Even muddy roots can be lovely.
And still more sundry photographs,
Fun fact: they crush these mountains of oyster shells and use them to pave garden paths!
Again, I liked both pictures too much to choose one.
A twee thatched tent in a little campsite
And finally, some livestock portraits for my suburban farmer dad.
Why hello, rooster.
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