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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 19:48:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
A Perplexing Question?
Westmoreland County--So old cars and or trucks sitting in the front yard, some on blocks, is considered a good indicator that there are rednecks about.  So what does a bunch of old tractors in the front yard, with one on blocks, mean? I went on three search sites with: old tractors + front yard + on blocks + meaning, and got nowhere. Not even a Wikipedia entry! Could this be the question that stumps the internet?

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 19:34:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
A Different Perspective.............
Rt. 17, Caroline County--To most this is one of those idyllic country road scenes (Cue John Denver now). But let's take a closer look......at the deer crossing sign.  Note the bullet damage.....While I  had high apptitude scores in the areas of math and science during my scholastic career neither topic ever held much interest for me.  Hard to work either topic into a conversation at a cocktail party. So I will defer to all those who embrace the sciences (and therefore are not very interesting to talk to at cocktail parties) and ask whether or not a deer is smart enough to take the hint that this may not be the best place to cross the road? 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 19:34:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
A Different Perspective.............
Rt. 17, Caroline County--To most this is one of those idyllic country road scenes (Cue John Denver now). But let's take a closer look......at the deer crossing sign.  Note the bullet damage.....While I  had high apptitude scores in the areas of math and science during my scholastic career neither topic ever held much interest for me.  Hard to work either topic into a conversation at a cocktail party. So I will defer to all those who embrace the sciences (and therefore are not very interesting to talk to at cocktail parties) and ask whether or not a deer is smart enough to take the hint that this may not be the best place to cross the road? 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 19:34:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
A Different Perspective.............
Rt. 17, Caroline County--To most this is one of those idyllic country road scenes (Cue John Denver now). But let's take a closer look......at the deer crossing sign.  Note the bullet damage.....While I  had high apptitude scores in the areas of math and science during my scholastic career neither topic ever held much interest for me.  Hard to work either topic into a conversation at a cocktail party. So I will defer to all those who embrace the sciences (and therefore are not very interesting to talk to at cocktail parties) and ask whether or not a deer is smart enough to take the hint that this may not be the best place to cross the road? 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 19:18:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
The End of the Road--A Previous Tantrum by Mother Nature
Falmouth, VA--This is the end of the old Rt. 1.   Beyond the trees is the Rappahannock River and at one time this road spanned the river. On the other side one would have seen fields in front of them as Rt. 1 went off to the left and continued through the heart of downtown Fredericksburg. Here is what the bridge looked like in its heyday in the 1930's.......


.........Then on April 26, 1937 the Rappahannock,  flowing 39.1 feet above its normal level, washed out a section of the bridge.........

It was repaired but because Rt. 1 was the only major north/south road on the east coast it was decided to build a stronger and higher bridge over the Rappahannock which was opened in 1943 and is still in use today. 

Thanks to former Mayor Bill Beck for allowing me access to his extensive Fredericksburg postcard collection.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 19:18:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
The End of the Road--A Previous Tantrum by Mother Nature
Falmouth, VA--This is the end of the old Rt. 1.   Beyond the trees is the Rappahannock River and at one time this road spanned the river. On the other side one would have seen fields in front of them as Rt. 1 went off to the left and continued through the heart of downtown Fredericksburg. Here is what the bridge looked like in its heyday in the 1930's.......


.........Then on April 26, 1937 the Rappahannock,  flowing 39.1 feet above its normal level, washed out a section of the bridge.........

It was repaired but because Rt. 1 was the only major north/south road on the east coast it was decided to build a stronger and higher bridge over the Rappahannock which was opened in 1943 and is still in use today. 

Thanks to former Mayor Bill Beck for allowing me access to his extensive Fredericksburg postcard collection.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 19:18:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
The End of the Road--A Previous Tantrum by Mother Nature
Falmouth, VA--This is the end of the old Rt. 1.   Beyond the trees is the Rappahannock River and at one time this road spanned the river. On the other side one would have seen fields in front of them as Rt. 1 went off to the left and continued through the heart of downtown Fredericksburg. Here is what the bridge looked like in its heyday in the 1930's.......


.........Then on April 26, 1937 the Rappahannock,  flowing 39.1 feet above its normal level, washed out a section of the bridge.........

It was repaired but because Rt. 1 was the only major north/south road on the east coast it was decided to build a stronger and higher bridge over the Rappahannock which was opened in 1943 and is still in use today. 

Thanks to former Mayor Bill Beck for allowing me access to his extensive Fredericksburg postcard collection.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 18:52:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
Not Much of A Picture...........
We have all run across a picture like this one while going through family albums.  Looking at such an ordinary scene most would make a cursory effort to identify the individual then put it aside and search for the more interesting  scenes. For others looking at this photo they wonder why such a seemingly ordinary photo was taken? What is the story behind the picture?

Only a few moments before my  youngest, Joshua, shook my hand, gave his mother a final hug goodbye and  turned to walk back to his new home on the campus of James Madison University.  It marked the end of the beginning.

My role as a parent is coming to an end. At this moment  the realization comes that my relationship with my son  has forever changed.  I will no longer scold or become angry with him. I can only be disappointed.  I will no longer be happy for him. I will be proud of him. For he now controls his destiny and I am  a bystander.  Offering support and advise when asked but the final decisions will rests with him.

And as my son walked away I also have to admit being a bit envious. I remembered a similar moment in my life.  The feeling of apprehension and exhilaration as one steps off to create a life of their own.  

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 18:52:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
Not Much of A Picture...........
We have all run across a picture like this one while going through family albums.  Looking at such an ordinary scene most would make a cursory effort to identify the individual then put it aside and search for the more interesting  scenes. For others looking at this photo they wonder why such a seemingly ordinary photo was taken? What is the story behind the picture?

Only a few moments before my  youngest, Joshua, shook my hand, gave his mother a final hug goodbye and  turned to walk back to his new home on the campus of James Madison University.  It marked the end of the beginning.

My role as a parent is coming to an end. At this moment  the realization comes that my relationship with my son  has forever changed.  I will no longer scold or become angry with him. I can only be disappointed.  I will no longer be happy for him. I will be proud of him. For he now controls his destiny and I am  a bystander.  Offering support and advise when asked but the final decisions will rests with him.

And as my son walked away I also have to admit being a bit envious. I remembered a similar moment in my life.  The feeling of apprehension and exhilaration as one steps off to create a life of their own.  

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-09-18 18:52:00

Author: From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Sep 18th, 2011
   Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local
Not Much of A Picture...........
We have all run across a picture like this one while going through family albums.  Looking at such an ordinary scene most would make a cursory effort to identify the individual then put it aside and search for the more interesting  scenes. For others looking at this photo they wonder why such a seemingly ordinary photo was taken? What is the story behind the picture?

Only a few moments before my  youngest, Joshua, shook my hand, gave his mother a final hug goodbye and  turned to walk back to his new home on the campus of James Madison University.  It marked the end of the beginning.

My role as a parent is coming to an end. At this moment  the realization comes that my relationship with my son  has forever changed.  I will no longer scold or become angry with him. I can only be disappointed.  I will no longer be happy for him. I will be proud of him. For he now controls his destiny and I am  a bystander.  Offering support and advise when asked but the final decisions will rests with him.

And as my son walked away I also have to admit being a bit envious. I remembered a similar moment in my life.  The feeling of apprehension and exhilaration as one steps off to create a life of their own.  

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