Philosophical Friday here. A quiet mid-winter day. Here's a poem from Robert Louis Stevenson, who must have been staring thoughtfully, or otherwise, into a fire when he wrote these lines. Armies in the Fire from Child's Garden of Verses The lamps now glitter down the...
It's Friday, and also my Birthday! So as I thought about the years slipping by, I thought about these two items ... the blue hat and the winter boots. The blue knit wool hat pictured above was knitted by my older sister somewhere around 1980. Thanks, Anne! I've had...
Happy Friday everyone! I recently took a break from our craft fair and stopped in at the Gatlinburg Festival of Trees, at the Mills Center just after Thanksgiving. In the picture above you might be able to see my reflection in the ornament, with the trees all around...
In addition to a newly paved loop road for the Roaring Fork in 2010, the Reagan Mill got a brand new flume to carry the water to where the mill once was. So, although it is pretty and adds to the charm along the Roaring Fork, it is really just a "flume to nowhere"...
It's Friday in Gatlinburg once again, and you know what that means. (enter the word "Friday" in the search box to the right if you're new around here) I love this time of year. I think of it as "echoes of autumn." The trees are nearly bare, but still there are a few...
Several months ago I wrote a little thing about creating zen rock stacks near my home in the Smoky Mountains. There seems to be an almost universal relationship between man and rocks that is reflected in the creation of these zen stacks. Recently I traveled all the...
Philosophical Friday here again. Always something to think about. For example, once upon a time the problem was finding a needle in a haystack. Now you can't find the haystack. When was the last time you saw one? Do you know what a haystack is? These haystack...
Philosophical Friday here again, and Friday the 13th no less. These pictures of the marvelous old pickup truck resting in glorious decay illustrate the idea that beauty and ugliness do not lie at opposite ends of a spectrum. Rather, there seems to be a circular...
Another light snowstorm through most of the day yesterday, but not enough to close the entrance to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I drove up into the Greenbrier section and found a winter fairyland. So beautiful and dreamlike ... I'll have some more images...
I've always been fascinated with the concepts of time and place. For example, the Smoky Mountains have been unchanging for centuries, but in my photography gallery here in Gatlinburg, I can't tell you how many stories I've heard about families returning to the...