Still struggling to find time to engage in some serious photo taking. It's funny how we get so used to seeing the sights around us that we think they're not worthy of viewing through the lens. Well, at least, I think most of us get hardened to the natural beauty around us because we see it so often. Compounding this problem has been the amount of traveling I've done, which tends to make me value new sights and the "exotic" over what is virtually in my back yard.
Here's a picture of our humble little home. We feel richly blessed to have it. It was built in 1969, but we have only lived in it for 13 years:
As soon as I get over this vicious summer cold, I'm going to promise myself to get out and about on Saturday and do a little shooting. There's a gentle, quiet beauty to this area of the U.S. As a matter of fact, we're on the edge of one of the most popular destinations in the country, believe it or not, and retirees flock to the area to spend their remaining years here. The Smoky Mountains are just about 30 miles away, and the Cumberland Ridges ameliorate the usual summer heat so that we seldom experience temperatures in the high summer that exceed 100 degrees F. The humidity, however, still can be brutal.
Here's a sampling of older examples of some of the small beauties of the area: