A Name Among the Names: Remembering September 11

  It has been a while since my last update, but returning to these photographs today brought back a profound sense of reflection

As the 25th anniversary of September 11 approaches, I have found myself thinking not only about the events of that day, but also about the personal connections that made its aftermath especially difficult.

At the time, I was working for Verizon and was expected to travel to the area for a business visit. After the trip was delayed, I was hesitant to travel north because I feared that another attack might occur. When I eventually made the journey, the area felt unlike anything I had ever experienced. Places that would normally have been busy were nearly empty. It felt like a ghost town.

The client I later visited told me that he had witnessed the attack at the Pentagon from his office. I still have the local newspaper’s special “Extra” edition from that day—a small, physical reminder of an event that changed the country and continues to live in the memories of so many people.

In 2012, I visited the 9/11 Memorial for the first time. Standing beside the reflecting pools and hearing the water fall into their depths was an intensely solemn experience. The names engraved around the pools represented thousands of individual lives, but one name carried a particularly personal meaning for me.

Among those engraved names was a Verizon employee who held the same job title I held. She had worked at the Pentagon and was a wife and mother. Seeing her name on the memorial pool brought the enormity of September 11 down to a deeply personal level. She was no longer only part of a number or a historical account. She had been a colleague in the same profession, with a family, a career, and a life that mattered.

I photographed her name because I wanted to preserve that moment of recognition. Even now, remembering it brings a sense of sadness and solemnity.

On a later visit, I photographed the memorial grounds at dusk. The reflecting pools, the surrounding buildings, and the Oculus created a striking contrast between loss and renewal. The memorial honors the past, while the architecture and life around it suggest that the city—and the people who live in it—continued to move forward

Visitors often leave small gestures of remembrance beside the names: American flags, flowers, and other tokens of love and respect. Each one is quiet, but together they show that these names are not simply engraved in bronze. They continue to be remembered.

The final images in this series include the names of FDNY members from Ladder 5, Rescue 5, Ladder 10, and Engine 10—people who ran toward danger when others were trying to escape. Their sacrifice represents one of the most painful and enduring parts of September 11.

Twenty-five years later, these photographs remind me that remembrance is both collective and personal. We remember the scale of the tragedy, but we also remember individual names, individual families, and the lives behind every inscription.

“Never Forget” is more than a phrase. It is a promise to remember.

The black and white image of the memorial pool at night is available on my Fine Art America site:  https://ava-reaves.pixels.com/collections/new+york+city

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Restoring a Richmond Tradition: The Rebirth of Bryan Park’s Azalea Garden

 

For just a few short weeks every spring, a beautiful Richmond tradition comes alive. The gates to the historic Azalea Loop at Joseph Bryan Park open to vehicles. This allows visitors to slowly drive through a breathtaking wonderland of vibrant pink, purple, and white blooms. It is a fleeting sensory experience that locals look forward to all year long. As a photographer, capturing this brief window of peak color is always a highlight of my season.

 Before the crowds arrive and the spring blooms explode, the park offers quiet spaces for reflection. This circle of benches sits nestled under the trees. It reminds us of the peaceful, changing seasons that make this green space a sanctuary in the River City year-round

Autumn Gathering Spot

But the pristine landscapes we enjoy today have stories of survival. Many longtime residents remember when the iconic stone fountain at the center of the Azalea Garden Pond was a symbol of the city. It even graced the back cover of the Richmond telephone directory. Over time, nature began to reclaim it. As you can see in these  archival photos from my files, the fountain was once nearly swallowed by tall cattails, and the water was heavily choked with thick duckweed.

 

The beauty we see today is a direct result of community love. The Friends of Bryan Park RVA stepped in to painstakingly clear out the overgrowth, dredge the sediment, and restore the pond's flow. They ensured this piece of Richmond history would not be lost

Springtime at Bryan Park's Azalea Garden

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Because of those dedication efforts, the park continues to put on its legendary spring show. The massive clusters of magenta and white azaleas burst forth against the fresh green canopy. They create a dazzling wall of color that feels entirely timeless.

Look past the grand vistas, and you will find intimate details that define a Virginia spring. This delicate white dogwood petal reaches up toward a soft blue sky. It captures the quiet, gentle side of the season.

Dreamy White Dogwood

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Photographing Joseph Bryan Park isn't just about capturing pretty colors. It is about documenting a living history, celebrating community restoration, and preserving moments that pass all too quickly. The next time you take a drive or a stroll through the Azalea Loop, look closely at the rushing fountain. Remember the hands that kept it flowing.

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Why I Shoot Long Exposures on the James River (Instead of Vast Landscapes)

There’s something about long exposure photography that feels like a conversation rather than a conquest. I don’t go to the James River Park System to “capture” the river the way a camera might capture a distant horizon. I go to listen—to slow down until water becomes texture, motion becomes rhythm, and the smallest changes in light start to matter.

My favorite images aren’t always the ones that shout, “Look how big this is.” They’re the ones that draw you in—where the river’s movement fills the frame with detail. Whether I’m drawn to intimate nature, like the close-up structure of leaves and flowers, or to the expressive patterns of rushing water, I keep coming back to the same feeling: closeness. Long exposures on the James River give me that closeness in a way wide landscapes never quite do.

The River Changes Its Voice When You Change Your Time

A camera can freeze a moment, but long exposure lets the moment breathe.

On December 23, 2025, I photographed these long-exposure scenes during a winter evening when the sky was still a cool blue and the sun was beginning its descent—reflected lightly in the river. The light wasn’t harsh, and it made the movement feel softer, even before the camera stretched it into smooth lines.

In my view, long exposure is less about "long" as a technical choice and more about intention. It’s how I translate what I’m seeing into something I can feel—especially when I’m aiming to show the river’s texture rather than just its shape.

Sometimes I use exposures around $1/4$ or $1/8$ second, just enough to blur the flow into silky motion while keeping the rapids recognizable as rapids

Intimate Nature Isn’t Always Small—It’s Just Close

My niche is intimate nature: flowers, plants, leaves—the kind of details you only notice when you stop scanning and start seeing. Long exposure photography of the James River matches that same sensibility.

The river may seem vast in person, but through long exposure, it becomes detail: textures, layers, and repeating lines. Instead of asking my camera to capture everything far away, I ask it to reveal what’s happening right here—where the current changes, where the water gathers, and where movement becomes pattern.

That’s why I’d rather shoot the river this way than chase wide landscapes. Vast scenes often require your attention to be spread across distance. Long exposures pull you inward.

Why I Prefer This Over Photographing Vast Landscapes

Wide landscapes can be beautiful, but for me, they don’t offer the same kind of relaxation. They can feel demanding—like the composition has to do a lot of work all at once.

Long exposure work is different. It’s slower, quieter, and more personal. When I’m shooting, I’m not racing to catch something fleeting. I’m setting myself up—literally, with my tripod—and then I’m letting the river keep moving while I focus on what’s happening within the frame.

Another reason I return to long exposures at Pony Pasture is the sky. When the blue winter light reflects on the James River, the water that would normally look muddy brown takes on a completely different character. I’m not chasing a generic "pretty river"—I’m waiting for that rare combination of blue sky, reflection, and moving current. That’s when the rapids become something almost otherworldly, and the long exposure helps me turn that color into texture.
That process is calming. It’s meditative. And it turns the act of photography into the kind of experience I want to repeat.

How I Shot These Images (And Why It Matters)
For these captures, I photographed from along the trails at Pony Pasture with my tripod, and I aimed upstream because the river was flowing eastward. I shot during a winter evening on December 23, 2025, when a blue sky reflected onto the James River, giving the water a luminous look that would normally feel muddy brown. That reflection is a big part of why I only enjoy shooting this style when the light cooperates.

I used my Fuji 70–300mm lens to bring the rapids closer and focus the composition on motion and texture. On some images, I used my NiSi ND filter (3-stop) to help control the light so I could keep exposures long enough for the motion effect—often around 1/4 or 1/8 second. Even when I’m not using the filter, the long exposure is what turns the river’s movement into the silky details I’m chasing.

"James River in Motion" — Motion as Texture
One of my favorite pieces from this session is "James River in Motion." I love how the movement turns into layered texture—how the rapids don’t just look like "water moving," but like flowing bands and silky streaks.

Shot in the winter evening light, the cool blue atmosphere and soft reflections add a gentle glow to the water. The long exposure keeps the energy of the rapids, but it changes the way the scene feels—smoother, calmer, and more tactile.


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"Rhythms in Motion" — When Black and White Brings the Focus Inward

I also love revisiting this kind of river motion in black and white, especially when I want rhythm to be the focus.

"Rhythms in Motion" is about flow without distraction. In monochrome, the river becomes more graphic—less about color, more about the shape and repetition of movement. The result feels quieter and more meditative, like the river has its own tempo and I’m simply recording it.

Even in winter, the James River has a pulse. Long exposure helps me see it.

Rhythms in Motion
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The Relaxation of Waiting

Long exposure photography asks you to slow down—and that’s exactly what I enjoy. I can’t control the water. I can’t force reflections to behave. I can only be present long enough to let the scene come together.

On these winter evenings, the calm is almost part of the exposure. The river keeps moving while I wait, and in that waiting, I feel more relaxed than I do when I’m chasing sharp, fast moments.

That’s the real reason I keep choosing this style: it feels good. It feels steady. And it brings me back to the intimate nature photography I love—where details matter, and where time becomes an artistic tool.

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The Garden & Beyond: Quiet Evenings at Historic Tuckahoe

There is a distinct magic that happens when the heavy heat of the day begins to break and the evening light takes over. While many photographers chase the early morning dew, my favorite moments at Historic Tuckahoe have always belonged to the dusk.

Stepping onto the grounds during these quiet hours feels like stepping into another rhythm entirely. The daytime crowds have gone, leaving a rare, uninterrupted stillness. With no distractions and no rush, I can wander the paths entirely at my own pace, looking for the stories tucked away in the green. 

 It is a place that invites you to slow down. I carry my tripod, stepping into the gardens just as the sun dips low enough to cast a soft, diffused glow across the beds. There are no harsh highlights or deep, jarring shadows here—just a gentle, natural light that allows the true character of the landscape to breathe.

A Note on Visiting: That quiet stillness feels even more profound today. As many local history and garden lovers know, Historic Tuckahoe has recently entered a new chapter under private ownership, meaning the house and grounds are no longer open for casual daily visits and can now only be explored by appointment. Knowing the gates are closed made this photographic excursion feel like a rare privilege, and I wanted to share these views for those who miss wandering its paths.

Finding the Unique in the Green

Wandering the paths with a tripod in hand, the reward of slowing down is always discovery. Historic Tuckahoe has a way of offering something different with every visit, urging the lens to look a little closer at the vibrant life tucked against the lush, green backdrops of the estate.

On this evening, the spotlight belonged to the intricate, layered geometry of the dahlias.

Capturing these florals in the soft evening light is where the patience of tripod work truly pays off. Without the harsh overhead sun, the subtle gradients of color and the delicate texture of each petal come forward, transforming a standard botanical shot into something that feels deeply painterly and soft and alive. 

Some spots on the grounds invite you to do more than just photograph; they invite you to sit and linger. For me, that place was always the herb garden. It was here that the Japanese anemones thrived, their delicate blooms leaning gracefully against the warmth of the old brick wall.

That same historic wall was also home to the clematis, where later in the season, the wild, feathery spirals of the seed heads would appear. Spotting them always stops me in my tracks. Stripped of color, a black-and-white rendering of these spirals transforms them into pure, organic abstract art—focusing entirely on the whimsical lines and deep textures of the transition. (In fact, this monochromatic study of the clematis became a personal favorite of mine and is featured in my Fine Art America gallery).

At the center of the herb garden sits an old sundial, a feature that constantly drew my lens. I found myself returning to it time and again, working to compose an image that perfectly framed its timeless shape against a soft, painterly backdrop of the garden's rich, colorful foliage.

Moments Beyond the Garden Beds

Sitting there in the quiet of the evening, the experience became entirely sensory. Every so often, the deep, rhythmic rumble of a train passing nearby would cut through the silence—a reminder of the world outside this peaceful bubble.

But as the title of this post suggests, my time here often stretched beyond the garden beds. The estate has its own living heartbeat, and sometimes the most memorable frames happened when I allowed my lens to wander to the pastures.

Even when a gentle rain began to fall, the farm animals kept me company. I remember standing out in the damp weather, adjusting my tripod to capture a sweet, solitary lamb grazing on the lawns. Just as I pressed the shutter, it looked directly into my lens, its ears catching a soft pink glow despite the drizzle

Near the grey barn on the property, another quiet moment captured my heart: a pair of baby calves set against the beautiful, weathered backdrop of a faded barn. There was such a quiet, peaceful dignity to the scene, and I was deeply honored when this particular photograph was selected among the top five in the Women’s Photography Circle.

A Sanctuary for the Lens

Ultimately, my evening visits to Historic Tuckahoe became about so much more than just filling a memory card. It became a creative sanctuary—a place where the rush of the world faded away the moment I set up my tripod in the quiet, diffused light.

From the challenging geometry of the ferns to the quiet gaze of the livestock, every hour spent wandering these grounds taught me to look a little closer and appreciate the gentle transitions of nature.

Bring the Estate into Your Home If you enjoyed exploring these quiet transitions, you can view and purchase prints from my curated collection. Visit the Historic Tuckahoe Botanical Florals Gallery on my Fine Art America storefront at : https://ava-reaves.pixels.com/

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Chasing the Pre-Sunrise Glow: How Timing and Perspective Can Transform Your Coastal Photography

 

There is a quiet, almost sacred magic to the coast in the moments before the sun breaks the horizon. If you’ve ever stood on a beach at dawn, you know the feeling—the air is crisp, the waves carry a rhythmic hum, and the sky undergoes a breathtaking transformation.

As photographers, our instinct is often to chase the sun itself. But one of the most powerful lessons I’ve learned on my journey with Ava Reaves Images is that the real masterpiece usually happens before the sun ever shows its face.

If you've ever tried to shoot a sunrise only to end up with a glaring, overexposed white blob where the sun is, while the rest of your beach scene looks muddy and dark, than this pos is for your.  Today, we're diving into the technical secrets of the "blue hour", paired with a candid look at how my own creative eye has evolved over the year while capturing to beaches in Virginia, Ocean View Beach in Norfolk, Virginia and  Buckroe Beach in Hampton, Virginia.

The Technical Secret: Conquering the "White Blob"

The biggest challenge with photographing a direct sunrise is dynamic range. The sun is an incredibly intense light source. If you expose your camera sensor to make the sky and water look rich, the sun blows out into a harsh white circle. If you expose for the sun, your foreground turns entirely black.

The solution? Shoot during the blue hour—roughly 30 to 40 minutes before sunrise.

When the sun is still hidden just below the horizon, it acts a massive, natural softbox.  It bounces brilliant, diffused light up into the atmosphere, allowing your camera to easily capture rich gradients of color from edge to edge without any harsh, blown-out highlights.

The Artistic Journey: Learning to See the Whole Frame

But mastering the light is only half the battle. When I captured these images back in 2017, I was still actively pushing myself through compositional challenges. Looking back at older files can be an incredible exercise in growth. What I’ve realized is that a photographer’s eye matures when we learn to look past the obvious subject (like a fishing pier) and start paying attention to how every single element interacts across the entire frame.

Let’s look at how the light—and the composition—evolves across three specific moments.

1. The Expansive Canvas

The Story Behind the Shot: This is the reward of arriving early. By keeping the perspective wide during the deep pre-dawn light, the sky becomes a seamless canvas of delicate pastel purples and soft pinks. Because the sun hasn't broken through yet, there is no single dominant hotspot drawing your eye away; instead, you're invited to take in the entire, peaceful expanse of the Chesapeake Bay.

2. High-Impact Drama and Contrast

The Story Behind the Shot: Just a short time later on another morning, the pre-sunrise light shifted from soft pastels to an intense, fiery band of crimson and orange. By lowering the horizon line, the long, geometric silhouette of the Ocean View Fishing Pier cuts sharply across the frame. Waiting for this exact window of light allowed me to capture the vibrant color contrast against the deep blue water, using the pier’s lights to cast brilliant white reflections without a single ounce of lens flare.

3. Finding the Leading Lines in the Transition

The Story Behind the Shot:  Moving across the water to Hampton, this image captures the exact transition point where the blue hour yields to the morning sun.  The sky was brightening rapidly, but luckily, a low bank of clouds partially obscured the sun right at the horizon.  This acted as a beautiful, natural filter that scattered the light into a warm glow instead of creating blown-out highlights.  At the time, I remember worrying that pushing the pier so far to the right side of the frame felt off-balance.  Looking at it now, I see that the true subject wasn't the pier at all, it was the water.  By widening my perspective and tracking the incoming tide, the white sea foam creates a beautiful, sweeping diagonal line across the wet sand, carrying that gorgeous light right to the viewer.

Creative Takeaways for Your Next Outing

The next time you head out to photograph the coast, challenge yourself with these three practices:

1.  Set your alarm 30 minutes earlier than you think you need to.  Give yourself the gift of that clean, paint-like pre-dawn light before the sun forces its way into the frame.

2. Never leave home without your ND filters.  Even before the sun fully rises, a Neutral Density filter is an essential tool in my kit.  It allows me to stretch my shutter speed just enough to soften the movement of the morning tide, turning choppy coastal waves into those smooth, rhythmic textures that guide the eye through the frame.

3. Look beyond the obvious.   Once you frame up your main subject, take a breath and look at the corners of your viewfinder or LCD screen.  Is there a wave creating a leading line, or are there any distractions?  Is there a cloud layer helping you to control the contrast?

 Bring the Serenity of Coastal Virginia into Your Workspace

This "Pre-Sunrise Glow" series from Buckroe Beach is available as premium, gallery-quality archival prints, canvases, and acrylics—perfect for healthcare facilities, corporate offices, and hospitality spaces looking to create a calming atmosphere. Browse custom sizing and framing options for your corporate art installation in our Coastal and River Mornings Collection on Fine Art America.

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I'd love to hear from you:  Do you prefer the soft, quiet pastel purples of the early blue hour when you visit a coastal community, or the dramatic, warm golds of the incoming morning sun?   Let me know in the comments below!

  

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Finding Serenity at Mid-Lothian Mines Park

 We all have those seasons where life gets incredibly busy and the to-do list seems to grow faster than we can keep up. Lately, I've found myself running a bit behind on my photography work, but sometimes the best remedy for a hectic schedule is to step away from the screen, look through the archives, and remember the places that bring us a sense of calm.

For me, one of those places is Mid-Lothian Mines Park, located right here in Chesterfield County, Virginia.

While the park is rich in historical significance—anchoring the beginnings of the American industrial revolution—you won’t find many reminders of heavy industry in my recent work here. I find myself drawn instead to the quiet, natural beauty that has completely reclaimed the landscape. It is a spectacular place to go when you simply need to breathe, slow down, and enjoy a peaceful hike.

The park features a wonderful network of paved and natural walking trails that meander through deep woods and wrap beautifully around the water. It’s an incredibly versatile space; you might come across neighbors out for an evening stroll, or families gathering near the beautiful outdoor amphitheater, which serves as a wonderful community hub for concerts and events under the stars.

On a quiet evening, the amphitheater itself becomes a study in symmetry and light

 

I love how the structured lines of the brick walkway and the architectural lighting contrast with the soft, dark water of the lake behind it. It's a reminder of how beautifully community spaces can blend into a natural environment. This particular piece, "Mid-Lothian Mines Amphitheater is currently available over on my Fine Art America site if you'd like to bring this evening glow into your home.

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If you visit during the day, the park transforms into a vibrant canvas of blues and greens. Walking along the water’s edge, the reflections can be absolutely mesmerizing.

Looking across the lake, you can see the amphitheater tucked gently into the treeline on the far bank. On clear days like this, the water acts as a perfect mirror, doubling the sky and the lush green canopy.  This image is also available on the Fine Art America.

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As the seasons shift, Mid-Lothian Mines Park puts on an entirely different, yet equally tranquil, show. Autumn here is nothing short of breathtaking.

The way the fiery oranges, deep reds, and lingering greens stack against the cool blue water creates a natural tapestry. I love finding these little hidden nooks along the trails—like this small wooden overlook—where you can just sit, listen to the leaves rustle, and let the weight of a busy week fade away.

But perhaps my absolute favorite time to experience the park is at the very edges of the day, when the sky opens up with dramatic color.

   

There is a profound stillness that settles over the lake just as the sun dips below the horizon. The clouds catch the final, brilliant rays of gold and purple, casting a warm glow over the entire landscape. Standing on the trail with my camera, watching the ducks glide across the glassy reflection, everything else just fades into the background.

If you are local to Chesterfield or just passing through the Richmond area, I highly encourage you to spend an hour or two exploring the trails at Mid-Lothian Mines Park.  Whether your are looking for a brisk hike, a quiet place to clean your mind, or a spot to enjoy some local music at the amphitheater.  It is truly a sanctuary of peace in this community. 

What are your favorite local spots to find a little tranquility when life gets busy?  Let me know in the comments below!

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Cherished Memories: Growing Up in the Heart of Byrd Park and the Carillon

 

There is a unique magic to the places that shape our childhood, a landscape of memories that stays with us long after we’ve grown. For me, that place is the vibrant, green expanse of Byrd Park and the historic Carillon area in Richmond, Virginia. Looking back, those shores, paths, and seasonal colors weren't just a park—they were the backdrop to a beautiful life story that continues to this day.

Our Extended Playground

Growing up in the Maymont subdivision, the neighborhood boundaries blurred into one massive adventure for my classmates and me. As children and teenagers, we effortlessly roamed through both Maymont and Byrd Park, treating the entire area as our collective backyard. The majority of my classmates lived spread across Maymont, the Carillon, and the Byrd Park neighborhoods, making the park the ultimate central gathering spot. It was a sprawling canvas of open space where afternoons were spent exploring, laughing, and creating deep-rooted connections.

I have such fond memories of being a teenager, walking with friends down Police Memorial Way on our way to see concerts and shows at Dogwood Dell. In the summer, that road was completely tunneled by a lush canopy of vibrant pink crêpe myrtles. But the beautiful blossoms weren't the only thing we noticed—there were always couples in cars parked under the shade of those low-hanging branches. To me, that romantic, hidden stretch of the street always felt like our very own "Lovers Lane."

Whether we were navigating those summer tunnels or walking down paths blanketed by the golden leaves of autumn, the park always felt endless, alive with energy, and entirely ours.

The Life and Lights of Fountain Lake

At the heart of so many of these memories is Fountain Lake—or Boat Lake, as so many of us affectionately know it.

During the day, it has always been a bustling hub of simple pleasures. Generations of Richmonders, myself included, have spent countless hours by the water's edge, watching the waterfowl glide across the surface and pause to be fed. At one point, there was even a small Sally Bell's snack counter operating out of the boathouse in the summer, adding a sweet local treat to a day by the water. It’s a place that naturally slows you down, whether you are watching a goose confidently spread its wings or hitting the paved paths for an energizing jog or walk around the water's edge

But the real magic always happens as evening falls. I still vividly remember the pure joy of watching the lights turn on over the central fountain. Years back, those lights would beautifully change colors, but eventually, they fell into disrepair and were broken. Thankfully, Richmond City Councilman Chuck Richardson, who represented the West End, stepped in and made sure those lights were fixed and restored for the community.

Every now and then, if I'm over that way around twilight, it brings such a warm sense of nostalgia to see those lights shining on. Seeing that water illuminated against the deep blue of the dusk sky, perfectly reflected in the still lake alongside the boat house, is an image permanently etched into my mind. It is a spectacular display that turns an ordinary evening into something quiet, reverent, and deeply familiar.

A Sanctuary of Faith and Family

Just beyond the beauty of the lakes stands a place that connects my childhood memories to my present-day life: Riverview Baptist Church.

Seeing the church's distinct spire standing proudly in the background of these landscapes, framed perfectly by the delicate white blossoms of spring or the brilliant red of autumn trees, has always brought a profound sense of comfort. It was my father’s church, the place where he led and worshiped. Today, that legacy continues, as I am still a member of the congregation there. Every time I look across the water and see it standing tall in the distance, I am reminded of the deep spiritual and familial roots that tie me to this neighborhood.

Spectacular Summer Nights at the Carillon

You cannot truly talk about the Carillon area without mentioning the vibrant energy of summer and the community gatherings at Dogwood Dell. The area is spectacular when the leaves turn in the fall, but it holds a special place in my heart on the 4th of July.

For generations, families have gathered on the lawns with lawn chairs and blankets, waiting through the warm twilight for the main event. Watching the brilliant fireworks burst into giant stars of light directly behind the towering Carillon is a breathtaking tradition. The booming echoes, the bright flashes illuminating the night sky, and the shared awe of the crowd capture the very essence of community.

Byrd Park and the Carillon are more than just pinpoints on a Richmond map to me.  From the quiet ripples of Boat Lake to the thunderous celebration of Independence Day, they represent a rich tapestry of youth, community, family and faith -- a beautiful reminder of where I've been, and the enduring foundations that still sustain me today.

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