Tim Jon
By Tim Jon No – I didn’t play any ball, soccer, softball or otherwise. The morning I stopped in at BrambletonCommunity Park in eastern Loudoun, I was more concerned about blinking my eyes often enough so they wouldn’t freeze – either open or closed. Yes, it was that cold – even for a guy who…
By Tim Jon The train has returned along those tracks from the past, and it is good. Or, so I feel. You see, upon my own return to Georgetown Park in Leesburg, I found some very captivating renderings of local locomotive history bedecking the faces of the humble bridge bisecting the linear acreage (or –…
By Tim Jon I guess I’d been driving by this site for well over 20 years before making a mental note to stop and spend some quiet time here, capture a few images on the camera and plant something in the memory banks for an eventual writing session – hoping I could learn a bit,…
By Tim Jon The traffic along the main drag just keeps barreling through; I doubt that many of these drivers even pause long enough to appreciate the views of Mount Weather out on the Blue Ridge from this lower vantage point. I turned off onto a side tangent, to get a better (and safer) perspective…
By Tim John Give me a gloomy day, some moving water, and absolute solitude—and I’ll be generally happy; the day I last visited the site in question was certainly bountiful in all categories. The intersection of Whites Ferry Road and the Potomac River (on the Virginia Side, anyway) leaves one facing a gently sliding body…
By Tim Jon I wish I’d had time to make the complete circuit around that lake with the little wooded point and the geysers, happily spraying their morning mist for all to enjoy – but I cut my walk short, and I believe that – except for a sleepy bittern snoozing in a side channel…
By Tim Jon It’s the same place, yet it’s a completely different place; it’s a bit of the forest primeval, and still, it’s a new beginning for swaths of new trees. Really. “So – has Tim Jon finally, completely lost it?” Well, I won’t answer that question, but I will stand behind my first sentence.…
By Tim Jon “What is it, exactly? … I mean, it must be something concrete – something to be weighed, measured, described, somehow quantified… or perhaps, qualified, to satisfy this nagging interest?” Well, I was going over this very question – this complicated, yet simple, inquiry as to just why in the heck I push…
By Tim Jon Mostly, I remember the diffuse quality of the sunlight coming in at strange, surprising angles; the early morning and quick changes in elevation can do that to you: am I going up or down, or are we ‘on the level’ here? Yet another not-for-the-faint-of-heart country roads in Loudoun County; you’d think by…
By Tim Jon You know, at the time of this writing, I’ve lived in Loudoun County, Virginia for almost a quarter of a century, and I still encounter surprising, unexpected experiences in places into which I’ve previously never ventured; there were a lot of those kinds of moments as I made my way (by means…