The ringing of the alarm clock in our Charlottesville, Virginia motel room was nearly muffled by the sound of rain against the window. When my photographer opened the curtains to that window, I couldn’t believe how gloomy it looked outside.…
Presidential site adventures as told by a bobble head
The ringing of the alarm clock in our Charlottesville, Virginia motel room was nearly muffled by the sound of rain against the window. When my photographer opened the curtains to that window, I couldn’t believe how gloomy it looked outside.…