Yesterday was a great day for picture-taking, even for those of us with little to no photographic talent. The sky was gray and heavy and threatening torrential downpour, but the sun was somehow managing to shine through a little, making for great lighting. Very summer-y. So I decided to take advantage of the flattering light situation and do a little afternoon suburban exploration.
Behind 29, there’s this small, semi-forgotten street that might best be described as “main street” if Centreville were that kind of place. Except it’s not that kind of place, at least not anymore, and I think all the old buildings were just thrown together to make room for new developments. So we’ll just call it Old Centreville. Old Centreville is home to half a dozen old churches, a historic site, a museum and a few converted old houses. There’s really not much to it and as far as old towns go, it’s not particularly appealing or interesting. But because I’m probably one of the few people in the area who actually lived here when it wasn’t much more than farmland, woods, meadows, horses and old houses, I have a soft spot in my heart for pre-suburban sprawl Centreville.