Lines, Lines, Everywhere Lines

It is sometimes true that things are not what they seem. Often when I am in the massive forests of the Great Smoky Mountains I see the trees as they have been seen by human eyes for many thousands of years; and their beauty in those forms carries me completely away....

Gravity and Sunshine

As if to offer an encouraging wave to the passing waters, an old sycamore, whose roots long ago reached into the flow of Big Creek, extends an autumn colored branch to the rippling stream. Perhaps the golden throng will join an already-fallen sibling, poised on a rock...

And the Sky Is Gray

Just because the autumn leaves are on the ground does not mean the season of color has gone. Some of the most appealing intimate landscapes of fall can be found only when the leaves have loosened their grips on the stems that have held them since spring and allowed...

On the Road to Hurricane

After passing through a wonderfully forested and lightly farmed portion of Alger County, County Road H58 turns northeastward to skim the boundary of the eastern reaches of Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore on its run to Hurricane Beach and beyond to the village of...

When Autumn Leaves Start to Fall

Buck Fork begins its descent not far below the Appalachian Trail near the towering of Mount Guyot, where the great path has taken a sudden and short-lived turn to almost due north-south at Tri -corner Knob. Running east-west below the crests of Mount Chapman and...

The Last Sycamore

Just beyond Mile Marker (MM) 469, at the very end of the Blue Ridge Parkway, growing on the banks of the fully integrated Oconaluftee River on River Right at the confluence of Raven Fork with the other already joined forks of the great stream, a many-yeared sycamore...