Thank you for that tour. I felt the damp, the cold on the bare feet, the spirits of the past. I truly enjoy living vicariously through you — in newsletters and novels. Thank you, Shelley!
And I was thinking about the bare feet of our ancestors last night before going to sleep. I've been delving into my ancestry — a gold mine of ideas for writers — and wondering about my grandmother 12 generations back, at around my age in 1690, stepping from her bed on the eastern shore of Virginia.
Thank you for that tour. I felt the damp, the cold on the bare feet, the spirits of the past. I truly enjoy living vicariously through you — in newsletters and novels. Thank you, Shelley!
Oh thank you so much Valarie. It’s funny you mentioned my bare feet. I love to be barefoot. People kept asking me, Don’t you want some socks?
And I was thinking about the bare feet of our ancestors last night before going to sleep. I've been delving into my ancestry — a gold mine of ideas for writers — and wondering about my grandmother 12 generations back, at around my age in 1690, stepping from her bed on the eastern shore of Virginia.
Shelley, what a wonderful post. Loved the images as a way to probe story.
Thank you Marlena. It was good to be somewhere so unfamiliar, which urged me to take pictures as a way to figure things out.
I loved the photos and the story behind them!
Thanks Laurie! It was a great treat to get to be somewhere knowing I could focus on *seeing* things in a more focused way.