"Bewitched" ~ Hamilton, VA (c) 2011 Skip Hunt

It's so strange for me to be wandering around the Virginia countryside in search for images and a sense of the place.

I'm not sure why that is but I can feel much hardship and many ghosts. The architecture gives me the sensation of being a foreigner, but I'm staying with family in the country of my birth. I didn't expect i would feel this here.

In Washington DC, the languages I hear on the street are sometimes hard to identify. The sound of Hebrew being spoken is so far the most exotic. Anywhere near the National Mall sounds like any international airport with English blending into a cacophony of global tongue.

I have noticed that just a tiny bit of courtesy goes a very long way here the norm must be for rudeness because when I simply smile, say please & thank you, and generally interact in a pleasant way... the response from locals is always very well received in kind. However, I've seen others obliterated with sharp tongue for merely stepping over the yellow line before they are called.

Skip Hunt
Austin, Texas