The Bureau Chief and Mme Le Chef just got back from a great visit with the family in the former capital of the Confederacy. The first day was grey and rainy, but yielded some parking lot theology. I think the last word of the first line is "blue".
After that the wonderful WARM (hear that San Francisco!) Eastern Spring arrived.
A seeming endless coal train runs between the swollen James River and Hollywood cemetery, resting place of two US presidents and lots of Confederates.
An enigmatic "cabin" in Bryant Park.
Photoshop was not used on any of these pictures.