"slow down and enjoy life. it's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast- you also miss the sense of where you are going and why." | eddie cantor
My RVA
My RVA: French For A Day
I attended the
for the first time this year.
It's been around as long as I've been alive, but I've surprisingly never ever been.
I really enjoyed it and I definitely want to make sure I get around to seeing more films next year.
Met up with my friend
while there and we decided to complete the French theme of the day with some
(french grilled cheese) sandwiches from
.
Despite the fact that they were, heartbreakingly, out of their home made pickles (my favorite) it was a ridiculously delicious lunch.
Basically, I may or may not have been craving one of those sandwiches everyday since...
It's fun pretending to be French for a day.
Maybe I'll finally get back to teaching myself French like I've been wanting to...
My RVA: Around VCU
Some nights I wander around VCU and immerse myself in the hustle and bustle of all of the students.
Anyone passing me thinks that I'm just like them. It's kind of fun taking on an assumed identity. A lot of the times I'm coming from a coffee shop where I've just finished up some work, so I even have my computer and a big bag to look even more the part of the avid scholar.
I walk the paths they walk, and see the things they see, and wonder what it must be like to do this every day. Or almost every day.
I look into windows and notice walls wall papered with PBR cartons (Only in RVA....). I read inside jokes and secret messages (now not so secret) graffitied onto garage doors and brick walls. I hear the sound of the never ending construction slowly fade away as the day exchanges itself for the night. I see expressions of concentration, of worry, of excitement, of passivity and of contentment, on the people who pass by.
I wonder what it must be like to be connected to such a large group of people in such a singular and definite way.
VCU is a part of this city of mine, and though sometimes that can be annoying, primarily with the traffic and over crowded streets during week day afternoons, it's a part of Richmond that I really actually love.
It feels like home.
My RVA: A Sunday Afternoon In The Fan
A few photos from a perfect Sunday afternoon in The Fan with one of my favorite ladies.
(Who also makes an appearance in
post)
My RVA: Libby Hill
Some photos from a little adventuring around Libby Hill Park with my Dad this past fall.
He's where I got my love of
photography from, so it's always fun taking a rangefinder or two (and, okay, our iPhone's too) out with him and experimenting.
These are definitely the best kind of days.
My RVA: December's First Friday
My RVA: From One Street Corner
Some more photos from the archives.
These were taken back in the fall after
.
When the trees still had some color and you could see it reflected in all of the upstairs apartment windows, and golden hour wasn't quite so early in the day, and the air had that crispness about it that everyone always endlessly talks about.
In short: One of my favorite kind of days.
My RVA: Snow
I was sitting here trying to sum up how I feel about this sort of snow, the best kind of snow, when I came across this quote and it's a little bit perfect/says all of the things I wanted to say better than I could have said them, so I'm just going to leave it at that.
“I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.” - Rachel Cohn
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My RVA: Night Scenes
Some night scenes from the end of last year that I thought I would post today.
Just a few misc. shots from out and about good old
.
My RVA: Around Monument
These were taken a month or two ago when there were still some pretty fall leaves on the trees.
Fall goes by way too fast here in Richmond if you ask me.
Although it is definitely the most beautiful of anyone else's fall when it is here.
Not that I'm biased or anything.
That is one of my favorite things about this city though.
That we have four seasons. Actual four seasons. Not two or three pretending to be four.
Sometimes we even have all four seasons in one week. Like this week's 70 degree weather and then freezing rain and snow flurries....
Good old RVA.
