From 1893 to 1917, the Little Post Office in Martinsville, Virginia played a critical role in the expansion of the United States Postal Service’s local service, when it was operated as a “contract” post office. Such operations were typical at that time. Today, the historic building is made available for special events and historic displays. I’ve made numerous photos of the building before, and whenever I do, I make an angled-on composition first to show the complete building in (I think) the best manner, followed by a close-up image of some aspect, like the dimpled glass window, with reflected green trees and blue sky. So what if repeat what I’ve done before? I like it!
Like I say, I usually have no specific idea where I’m headed looking for photo opportunities within a 50 mile radius of where we live in SW Virginia. I know the territory well enough that I can simply follow a compass direction, always knowing I’ll eventually wind up on a major road I’ve traveled before. I never go alone, because riding along inside me is the Holy Spirit who has always, and I say always, guided me wisely. When I come upon what I consider a really good “find”, I thank the Good Lord and begin to wander around seeking interesting compositions. Last week, I found this old house along a narrow road I’d never traveled before. Wow, what a place it was. So much history to wonder about. Take a look at what I saw that day.
If you’ve been a frequent visitor to my blog, you’ll probably remember me posting photos that show contrasting colors, textures, lights and shadows. I’m especially attracted to compositions that show bright green vegetation on red/brown brick backgrounds. Here are “just three” images that illustrate what I’m writing about. I have more in the archives, and many more to come … I’m sure.
Recently as I was walking along the Roanoke River, I spotted a small flock of Canadian Geese, feeding along the shoreline. The closer I got, they promptly waddled into the rushing water upstream, and began their escape from this intruder with camera in hand. Meanwhile, further downstream, a local fisherman was completely ignorant of my presence. He was definitely having fun, and I hoped at the time that he had been successful in his catch. It was “action join the water.”