...to the world of Colonial Virginia, a world of many colors and many voices.
Virginia’s rivers glint with pewter and silver and copper and gold. They tell of the bronze men, one with nature, whose memories stretch back to the dawn of time.
Virginia’s forests veil the land in green, from the vibrant lime of the tulip poplar in spring to the funereal hue of the cedar in winter. They tell of the white men who came with sharp blades, desperate to impose on the wilderness a divinely-wrought order.
Virginia’s soil is the rich black of death: the death of the forests and the death of those who worked the land, the slaves. Virginia’s soil is the shrill clay-red of blood: the ichor of all who died to make a new life in a new land.
Virginia’s colors and voices weave a timeless tapestry. Study the pattern and enter the past. You will not be disappointed.