August the 7th is National Lighthouse Day. In celebration, I wanted to share some of the many lighthouses, I have seen on my travels. I love lighthouses and have always sought them. To me each on is like a wonderful old book with a story to tell.
I love instagram. If you’re not following me you really should. I share everything from dogs and cats to crochet and sunsets. I love taking photos and when my phone is working right I share them on instagram. Here are 10 of my favorite pictures of West Virginia I have found on instagram this month.
Tucked behind a motel and a barber shop in Brownsville, Tennessee, there is a conversation going on. It’s a conversation Billy Tripp is having with himself but the world is welcome to stand witness and listen. In the Spring of 2014, I overheard this conversation on a trip I took through the deep south. I heard it on my way back to Nashville from Memphis. I heard it loud and clear so I stopped and listened well into the evening. It was one of the most amazing conversations I have ever had the pleasure of overhearing. As the sun began to set it became even more captivating.
If you spend some time walking around the downtown area of Huntington, West Virginia, you will discover several painted trains on display. Some are on the sidewalk and some are tucked into doorways of stores. These public sculptures provide for a great scavenger hunt throughout the city.
The Reverend H. D. Dennis who was featured in the documentary God’s Architects, died in September of 2012. He spent the last 23 years of his life building a castle to God and his wife Margaret Rogers Dennis who died in 2010. When he first met Margaret back in the 1980’s, she was running a little grocery store outside of Vicksburg.
I came across this house while traveling through Ohio on my way to Detroit. I’m not sure of the exact location, probably somewhere along Route 23. What captured my attention was the door. The house was entirely gutted for restoration and the only thing left intact was the door. The owners of this house saw the strength and beauty in this door and choose to save it instead of heaping it on the discard pile with the windows. I decided that such a door needed to be remembered so I snapped a picture.
I was traveling through Maryland one cold, snowy day on my way back from New York. Always one to take the backroads, I stumbled upon this beautiful door while sitting at a stop light. It was all alone, no other doors or windows on that side of the building. When I saw this door, I knew it had a story to tell, so I captured it.