The snow, the warehouse, and Fifeville

Two days ago, we woke up to heavy rain and then snow, coming down in buckets, barrels, to the point where, when we went on a walk with the dog, we cursed not bringing an umbrella. I had learned, back in Seattle last fall, to always take pictures in bad weather. Always, always. Bad weather causes dreaminess and dreaminess breeds blankets, tea, and toe rubbing. But before that, you must get dirty in it, go outside and get wet and muddy. You come back with pictures that people don’t normally take, because people don’t normally bring their cameras out in tumultuous downpours. Then you can go back home, get dry, and look at pictures that not many people have.

The studio, amidst the downpour:

The whole warehouse on West Main, with Random Row Books next door (a killer used bookstore – a must-visit):

Main Street Market, Jim, and Cochise:

The entryway to Fifeville, our neighborhood:

Jim, Cochise, our two coffees, and the inspirational mosaic on the way into Fifeville, by Isaiah Zagar:

One thing wonderful about Fifeville are the power-lines. They remind you that the neighborhood is old and comes with stories.

Many of the houses in Fifeville were built by African Americans with no blueprints, just strong hands and good Virginia heart pine.

One of the most aesthetically fascinating parts of eastern Fifeville: the intersection of 5th and Dice: