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ByDAPHNE HUTCHINSON
Rappahannock Neva Contributing Writer
Ted Pellegatta is a country paparazzo. He creeps along a fence row at dawn, trails the sun through hollows in the afternoon and slips through the forests at twilight - all to catch Rappahannock in her private, ungarded moments.
Over the past year and a half, he’s taken more than 4,000 photographs of the county. In those images is the real Rappahannock.
Pellegatta has the big pictures: Old Rag in dramatic sillouette, the Blue Ridge skyline stretching forever into twilight, the all-encompassing view from Red Oak.
And he has the little pictures: a woodpile, a crumbling stone wall, a solitary birch tree and a clump of mustard flowers.
He’s caught the colors of the county. His photographs show Rappahannock in the sharp, bright emerald of spring splashed with pink redbud and white dogwood. He has the deeper, richer greens of summer, the fiery reds and tweedy oranges of autumn in the mountains, the mauves and old gold of winter pastures.
His country landscapes and townscapes are friendly and inviting, conveying the sense of community that is as much a part of Rappahannock’s specialness as the county’s beauty.
These are the scenes that prompt “yes, that’s why I live here” nods of agreement from those fortunate enough to call Rappahannock home, and “gee, I want to live there too” yearnings from those who don’t. '
These are the same scenes that persuaded Pellegatta to join the fortunate ranks of residents. Twenty-one years ago, he took his first horse ride through Rappahannock. “The county was looking particularly gorgeous that day, and I was smitten,” he recalled. “I’ve been coming back ever since.”
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