Dwight Peck's personal website

Winter 2019-2020

A photographic record of whatever leapt out at us

You may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.

Last days in Virginia

Awakened by still more horrific noises from the street below. When will this end?

Oh no

It's all in a good cause, though. The brilliant local newspaper, The News Leader, has been renovating its headquarters, and evidently getting a new heating/cooling system stuck onto it.

26 May 2020

-- OMG, Choupette!

-- Get off that ledge right now!

-- What's the problem?!?

An afternoon nap

-- Wake us for dinner.

Early June 2020, the Trump Virus is swirling through the atmosphere everywhere, and the students of Mary Baldwin University have been sent home. So we've inherited a fine little retreat with our books for the afternoon.

The view just down the hill, the local synagogue, and the Betsy Bell hill on the horizon

One of the Presbyterian churches in town, a nice one by the look of it, and several eleemosynary activities advertised out front.

A strange tree, viewed as we return to our digs, there in the background

What seems like an excellent idea by our Town Council, seen on 7 June -- the main drag, Beverley Street, has been blocked off on the weekends to make a virus-respecting pedestrian zone.

New regulations are permitting the restaurants to open out of doors, with suitable distancing [Now, nearly five months later, they're still doing it, on the weekends, though the weather will be changing soon.]

It's easy to forget how many restaurants and restaurant-like enterprises there are in town, till you see them all lined up in the middle of the street.

The Clock Tower and the old Masonic building overlooking the fun

Biscuit and sausage gravy, $5 (probably a local delicacy)

Augusta St., we're turning up 100m to our Old Y.

We'll be packing up soon for our seasonal migration through West Virginia and then the Flyover States to the Wisconsin Northwoods -- which at this point had been blessedly spared the worst of the ravages of the Trump Virus [though, by the time of this writing in October, it had become the nation's Number One hotspot; there are an embarrassingly large number of Republicans in Wisconsin, so it was inevitable, and we'd scuttled back to Virginia by that time].

Melvin and Choupette can always sense when the packing is getting under way, and become vigilant.

Next stop: The Wisconsin Northwoods

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