Fragments: Words in the Pix


This is a gallery of images from the blog in 2005 (don’t know why I didn’t do the same thing for 2006!)


If you’re stuck, writers, for something to say, here’s a suggestion (that would perhaps have gained altitude in blogging years past. These days, well…)


Scroll through the images. Find one that seems to draw a tale out of you–or at least a creative caption.  Feel free to use the small image in your post. Right click and save it. Write your story. Send me the link to it so I can send other readers your way. Come on! Out of these three hundred-plus images, your 600 word yarn is in here somewhere!

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Fred, these images are superb, and I find myself wanting to pack up and move down your way and into the mountains. Do you know of an unclaimed (and unnamed) winding waterway and a few hundred unoccupied acres (with lots of trees) somewhere in Floyd County?

    Here it is, the beginning of August, and your images of winter, Tsuga and fresh snowfall are arousing a feeling of longing that is almost impossible to express. I can’t wait for autumn, winter and all their riches (no deer flies).