Moving to Asheville and getting settled has robbed me of time to reflect, at least reflect and share it.
In the mornings when I am on the way to work and dodge wild turkeys and make my way to the Smokey Park Hwy and I look off in the distance and see the mountains rising up high into the clouds, I am still amazed at such beauty. I am humbled to think that my creator has surrounded me with such amazing beauty. I feel like a kid a few weeks before Christmas anticipating the change of seasons. As I drive west and look up to the highest peaks and see snow, its like opening up another package.
I can hardly wait to see spring, bringing everything to life and of course put my camera to use again.
This is a special place, it has been sacred to me since I can remember. My first trip through this area happened many years ago with my family. I remember my mom (having never really been to the mountains) became fearful at what she thought were huge and dark thunder clouds. She use to have an unusual fear of storms - I am thinking back now and realizing it was probably due to the fact we had experienced a tornado through our subdivision in the past. Needless say my dad calmed her nerves and as we progressed through the mountains she also must have been in awe.
I can't imagine what is next. I am so blessed to work with such a great group of people, I feel like I am making a difference and thats all that really matters to me.
I am not sure I will ever leave this area. I wish my family was here with me, but we all have our lives to live, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I am living mine, rather than just existing in it.