White Birches and a Great Meadow

Although it is known as the Hemlock Path on the map, this delightful .2-mile-long run through the Great Meadow of Acadia National Park will always be known to me as the White Birch Path for what seem to be obvious reasons. Twenty years ago I called it by that name,...

Scattered and Covered

Luftee Overlook has always been, to my mind, the quintessential Smokies sunrise location. For more than a quarter-century it has offered me a quiet solitude of early morning hours with a face that is never quite the same from one dawning to the next. The title of the...

A Postcard from Newport

Sometimes even postcards require a bit of creativity and a sense of artistry. Thus I offer Goat Island Lighthouse, a 20′ structure that graces the entrance to the inner harbor of Newport, Rhode Island on the north end of the diminutive land mass where early...

Greenbrier in White

Middle Prong of Little Pigeon River, that child of the convergence of Ramsay Prong and Buck Prong, as it flows through the valleys of Greenbrier Cove, becomes one of the iconic bodies of water of Great Smoky Mountains National Park, a boulder-strewn course of laughing...

Somewhere ‘Round LeConte

From knowledge that rime ice forms in a fog or cloud and hoar frost forms in clear air, we might suspect that the scene Bonnie and I encountered earlier this past week in the Smokies would be descriptive of rime ice formed where a band of low cloud had settled along...