Baby Watch, 6-14-11 Nature and History Walks

Lauren Ann & I have played the part of tourists while waiting for little Jonathan to arrive.  We've walked nearly every day.  Here's a photojournal of our travels:

Storm in the Distance, View from Lookout

View from Blue Ridge Parkway
Buena Vista in the Valley Below


View Looking Down at Panther Creek Falls

Pool to the Right of the Falls

View Donward from the Falls


Collapsed Rock Bridge at the Falls

Rock Carving of an Outcrop to the Right of the Falls
Lovely Wildflower with Intricate Chevron Patterned Petals

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Beautiful Winged Insect that Resembles a Dragonfly


Stonewall Jackson's Family Plot, Lexington Virginia

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  1. Connie Lynn ReillyJune 14, 2011 at 5:52 PM

    Beautiful Photos! Lexington, YEEEE HAAAAAA!! (Rebel Yell)
    Looks like you are enjoying yourself.

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