Monday, November 4, 2019

The Eastern View

A bit of a change.

With North Carolina beng so close, I have spent a lot of time over the years visiting the mountians there. Whether viewed from the Blue Ridge Parkway, the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, or Pisgah, they are always awe inspiring. 

On my many visits I have been able to capture some images of the mountains, but even with the magic of the lens, nothing quite matches seeing it in person.

My favorite spot is an overlook on the Parkway, just past the Pisgah Inn. I have sent many mornings, often in the bitter cold, at dawn watching the sun rise over the mountains. And, as often as I find myself there, the view is never the same. The following are some photos I took at the exact same location at (approximately) the same time each morning over a period of 8 or 9 years.

This particular overlook happens to give one a 180 degree eastern view of the mountains. There were mornings when the view was a veritable rainbow of colors.

Sometimes, it seemed the hills were swimming in the morning mist.

Then there were the lovely pink mornings.

And the blue mornings when it was if there were a dozen hues from navy to azure bathing the hills.

The misty mornings that showed the hills and valleys awash in layers of light.

Some mornings seemed almost heavenly.

Others were so cool, that the mist was heavy in the valleys.

And there were the mornings when it was as if the hills were wrapped in gossamer.

I have many more views, but I will bore you no longer. I will, however, say that the takeaway here, if there is one, is to never assume the view never changes.

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