It was a beautiful day in Williamsburg, Virginia. The sky kept floating these high aloft wispy clouds against a nice blue background. Warm enough during the day and just a tad of a chill at night.
After one of the street plays had concluded, Karen and I lingered. One of the character actors, still in costume and character, approached and asked if I would like to earn the large sum of 10 dollars for a year’s service in the Colonial Army. I played along and was told that I would, if I served the entire year, be given a land grant in the great territory of Ohio, between the banks of the Ohio and Mississippi rivers. I could even call this land “Penningtopia” should I choose to. I agreed and should meet to muster with my fellow citizens on the morrow at 10 o’clock sharp. A fun bit that got me into the spirit of Colonial WIlliamsburg.
As the crowds thinned and the shops closed, I spied this church with that dramatic sky. I framed my shot and waited just a few seconds for the last person to leave the composition. I like it.
History comes alive here. I highly recommend it to those able to visit.