Virginia and Florida

Comparing the states has more importance than you'd think in figuring out how a Sunshine State U.S. senator divides work and play--especially a hunter and fisherman.

In our nation's capital, at work, you've got easy access to bird fields in Shenandoah, Croaker and Spot in the Potomac, and some of the best sweet corn in the world.

I've shown lots of woodsy pictures of north Florida on this blog; I think it's time for more hot shots of rural Virginia.

Personally, I'm partial to the Old Dominion. A bad day in the Northern Neck beats a good one in Washington, DC.


I love how this tree branch looks like a crooked demon hand from Halloween.



In the city, especially in a pressure cooker like Washington, you measure time by how long it takes to get to places by taxi or metro, whether a light is red or green, when a particular vote will be taken on the floor of the Senate, and every day is sliced into at least ten pieces by a scheduler. In the countryside, time is more of an amorphous sea like this wheat field. You wait around long enough and the green shade will turn to a parched brown. There is the green season, the brown, and the harvest. Life on the farm.