With North Carolina being so close, I have spent a lot of time over the years visiting the mountains there. Whether viewed from the Blue Ridge Parkway, the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, or Mount Pisgah, they are always awe inspiring.
On my many visits I have been able to capture many 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 spent 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 overlook 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 seems the hills are swimming in the morning mist.
Then there are the lovely pink mornings.
And the blue mornings when it is if there are a dozen hues from navy to azure bathing the hills.
The misty mornings that show the hills and valleys awash in layers of light.
Some mornings seem almost heavenly.
Others are so cool, that the mist is heavy in the valleys.
And there are the mornings when it is as if the hills are 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.