Growing up (mostly) in the D.C. area, I had the opportunity to visit numerous historical sites during my childhood. Gettysburg, Antietam, Williamsburg, Roanoke, St. Mary's, and Harper's Ferry, just to name a few. HF is a little town nestled just across the Maryland border in West Virginia and home to a beautiful and unique view of the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers, re-creations of historic stores, interesting buildings (including a post office/police station/liquor store visible upon entering town), and (supposedly) a fair number of ghosts. There's enough to keep visitors occupied for a few hours, that is, if you don't arrive at 4:30PM on a Saturday.
It was a bit late in the day by the time we left, and a bit later by the time we arrived, but we figured we could hang around and get a ghost tour at 8. We didn't. We figured that we could grab dinner in town. We didn't. It turns out the last restaurant closes at 6. Fortunately, the views were worth the drive home on an empty stomach.
It was a bit late in the day by the time we left, and a bit later by the time we arrived, but we figured we could hang around and get a ghost tour at 8. We didn't. We figured that we could grab dinner in town. We didn't. It turns out the last restaurant closes at 6. Fortunately, the views were worth the drive home on an empty stomach.
Mostly hidden by the shade of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the last hours of sunlight didn't offer any refuge from the cold temperatures. Walking through the empty streets, the winds blew gently, but relentlessly from across the river. As we shivered our way back towards the car, JJ decided this was just the time to come here- when the streets are empty, the skies are clear, and the town is yours.
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| How'd they paint that sign? |
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| BWmF x Hans Solo in Carbonite fade. |
Photography notes to myself: Stopping down would have helped on 85% of the pictures I took, but I think shooting wide open made this last picture perfect.
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| JJxPolaroid Spirit |
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