Visual Storytelling
I Wept This Morning
My feet were wet with dew and covered in dirt. I got out early, before the heat, to pick blueberries. The tufted titmouse fussed at me, but I promised to leave plenty for her family. As I contorted myself under the graceful, loaded branches, I whispered words of gratitude. Not just for the delicious berries, …
Elemental Groove
Twas a lovely morning for a paddle that opened me to all the good things.
Through the Storm
We just finished lunch in Silers Bald, a bald on the Appalachian Trail so small two of us couldn’t sit there as we rested from our 5 ½ mile hike from Clingmans Dome parking area. We were donning our packs to head back and heard thunder rumbling in the distance. As we got to an …
Feeling It
I’m sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch. Clouds hug the mountains. The air is still. Sweet bird song, along with the occasional caw caw caw from the crow friend, is the soundtrack to the early Smoky Mountain morning. (The photo is from yesterday’s Smoky Mountain adventure). When I awoke, I looked at the time…I’d …