A veil of dusk slowly descends on a snowy evening, Hiding the streets in the flurries and the fog. Hinting of colonial spirits drifting purposefully, Betwixt the Pub, the Kirk, and the hearth. But hope arises with a golden radiating glow, Lamps punching through the gloom to safe at home
A snowy evening in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia.
River Merced in the Valley
Between the high peaks of stone, The River Merced feeds the lush valley. Fed by high waterfalls, The river increases with each mile. Flowing past unique granite uprisings, Merced anchors the valley in beauty.