A Walk Among the Ruins

I found myself wandering through the watery ruins of a crumbling town, buildings now no more than bricks and even those not complete.



Rickety walkways connect some of the structures, evidence of a recent presence.



The views are desolate, but beautiful.



Still, the only things that prosper here are the wildflowers, adding a pop of color into the gray landscape. Life, as a famous philosopher once said, will find a way.



Ruins, by Cica Ghost, runs through March.

(Via Ziki Questi.)

Snow and Tell

What a difference a few miles make! On Thursday, around eight inches of snow fell. On Friday, I finished shoveling.

The view of the (late) winter wonderland from Chez Jameson

On Saturday, I drove to Richmond. The city got almost no snow.

The United Daughters of the Confederacy building

That’s quite enough winter weather, thank you. Now to see if my car is still black under the layers of salt and brine...