Showing posts with label Front Royal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Front Royal. Show all posts

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Garden Helpers

I am not a fan of bugs and I tend to overreact whenever I am faced with one. Past overreactions have included screaming at the top of my lungs at a tailgate causing everyone within a hundred yards to go silent and stare at me because of a bee on my foot, swerving my car as I drove down a thankfully unpopulated road trying to avoid a spider swinging in and out of my window (I finally just shut the window), and numerous jumps on top of furniture - chairs, couches, beds - anything to get away from that horrendous bug. Poor Phillip might as well as add "exterminator" to his business card, because there's no way I'm doing the dirty work of killing and/or exposing of the dreaded bug.

But I found that when I have a camera between me and my enemy, I gain a little bit of courage. It especially helps when they're colorful and appear in my mom's beautiful garden.
Umm... how scary is he? Don't worry, we googled him and he is harmless... to humans.
This one was inspired by a fellow photographer! Thanks Katie!


Monday, February 15, 2010

Journey to the Artic Tundra

It's no secret that this winter has been very cold and wet on the east coast, but mother nature seems to have a direct bull's eye on my hometown of Front Royal, and she is not letting up. They've gotten close to 6 feet(!?!) of snow this winter, and have more on the way this week. 

Phillip and I trekked up to "Fro Ro," as we affectionately call it, to see my parents and the 30 inches of snow still on the ground this past weekend. And while they have managed pretty well, their dog and cat, Bailey and Lucy, have taken it pretty hard. Neither is a fan of the snow, especially when it's over their heads, so each has a major case of cabin fever. Bailey has taken to leaving little "presents" around the house and Lucy has bonded with a rubber band. Apparently it's become kind of a security blanket for her, so she takes it with her wherever she goes... upstairs, downstairs, naps, it doesn't matter. She even plays fetch with it. We're convinced she thinks she a dog.

When we weren't watching their antics around the house, we were out and about taking pics to document the copious amounts of snow.

My parents' backyard buried under the snow...
Sunset over the snow covered mountains. 
Icicles looming above...
Main Street.
 
Ginormous snow piles in the parking lot. 
  
The church where we were married just over 4 months ago!
 
Phillip driving the caboose.
 
Blue Ridge Mountains Skyline