On the day after Christmas, with a dusting of snow on the ground, I rode south from Sperryville into Weakley Hollow and Shenandoah Park, looping back via Reva, Round Hill, Woodville and Five Forks. It was about 30 degrees, with 30-mile winds and snow flurries. I loved every minute of it.
And the grain elevator on the far side of Turkey Mountain.
What was most striking about what I saw and tried to capture was were the grays: everything seemed a colorless shade between black and white: chiaroscuro.
The photologue: Old Rag/Weakley Hollow