The alternative New River Voice, which has been silent for several years, is back and with perhaps more volume than ever before. I got an email from my good friend Bill Kovarik, a professor of journalism at Radford University and...

Roanoke’s Parks and Rec Department couldn’t determine today if it wanted the Roanoke River Greenway closed as crews cleaned off flood debris, but a couple of old fishermen made a decision for the department. Not only did they fish from...

It’s easy to forget during times when the world seems to be falling apart that there are some very good people out there and there are some terribly vulnerable people who need their help. The homeless drunk here is Eddie,...

Oh, my! Talk about a perfect Memorial Sunday and the Church of the Living Outdoors. My friend Susan and I obeyed our Holy Master in Chief and attended church this morning, though I doubt that what we did had much...

We know well about the best-laid plans of mice and other warm-blooded beings. Today was my turn. The goal was to shoot some black and white atmospheric shots of downtown Roanoke on a Saturday when people were beginning to fear...

Just spent a little playtime with my buddy, Trinity, and her mama, who is also my buddy. Trin, like her mom, is growing into quite the athlete. Lindsay was a national-class gymnast when she was a teenager and I suspect...

I simply could not resist jumping into Daisy (my VW Bug) a little while ago and taking a trip around Roanoke to see just how serious the flooding is. The only indication I had beforehand was the water in my...

Sometimes the failings of the human species simply astonishes me. I ran into my new buddy Robert this morning as he finished running up his daily limit total and abandoned his fishing hole in the Roanoke River. Robert, a supervisor...

The chill more than the virus has kept me and my boats off the lakes and rivers of Western Virginia this spring, but not this weekend. I was out yesterday and today, paddling to beat the cabin fever. I wasn’t...

The Garden City section of Roanoke is just far enough out of the way that many of us almost never go there and when we do, we’re simply driving through, paying little attention. I walked its greenway–little more than a...