Pochahontas Trail Grass Mower

Early one morning on our trip to Williamsburg, I sat on the curb across the street from this guy with my sketchbook, pen and cup of coffee. The scene was very peaceful, the fence an authentic Virginia rail fence, you see them every where here, and it was screaming for a sketch.  The street name escapes me, but it was on what is called the Pochahontas Trail.