Inside the Homestead Dairy. As I shot it while filming a "Do My Job, Bob," I guess this could have gone with the earlier post, but it seemed more appropriate here. The bottles (real glass, just like the old days) are loaded into the crates by hand. In a neighboring room, ice cream is still hand-packed into the containers. Really a heartwarming place to see at work.
Outside dance class, on nice days, they have this little table, and in the late afternoon the setting sun shines between the buildings across the street, casting artful shadows.
Inside dance class, we all remove our shoes before going in. The scattered little shapes had a sort of Jackson Pollock aspect for me, as well as telling a little story.
Halloween at the International House of Washington & Lee University...
Before the political rally at Roanoke Airport. I was told I was to cover the governor arriving -- a quick hello, maybe a sound bite, then into the car and off to a day of campaigning. We just needed something for the noon news. But the posters started going up, and the politicians started arriving, and the crowd gathered, and it began to become clear this was something more than advertised. As things prepared to kick off, a texted a photo back to the newsroom showing a lineup of a dozen or so politicos lined up, as if waiting for ice cream, behind the lectern -- the governor, lieutenant governor, state attorney general, congressmen, state senators, etc., etc. "This could take a while," I wrote ... and it did.
But I did enjoy this classic scene of American politics: two volunteers making sure their candidate's poster was up behind the speakers' platform.
And here the crowd listens to the speakers. I felt foolish later to learn that the woman at far right is Octavia Johnson, Roanoke's sheriff. I had no idea at the time...
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