Blue Ridge Parkway


This is the 75 anniversary of the Blue Ridge Parkway. The story of how it came into being is pretty amazing, so check out the parkway’s website.

Truly, there is no place on earth more beautiful than these mountains.



Saturday was Colorfest in Downtown Sylva. (sponsored by Catch the Spirit of Appalachia) It is a fine arts street festival and this year they were celebrating the 75 year of the Blue Ridge Parkway

I was lucky enough to have a space to put up some photographs. Although I’ve done some gallery shows–that is to say, I’ve hung pictures on a gallery or public wall for people to look at–I’ve never done anything like this. I set up two tables and had both prints and cards for sale.

It was a lovely day and although I did not sell loads and tons, I had a great time and might try it again next year.

More of my photography can be found at The Mental Scrapbook


Colorfest: Art of the Blue Ridge

Sunday afternoon I went with a few ladies from church to a tea at a cute little shop in Dillsboro called Country Traditions. We had lots of fun–good tea and tasty things on which to snack. The event was to support an organization called Catch the Spirit of Appalachia. We met several of the authors whose books were published by this organization as well as the two ladies who founded and run it. 

Somehow or another….and honestly I’m not sure how….I was invited to participate in Colorfest: Art of the Blue Ridge, a fine art festival in downtown Sylva in October. So, I’ll get to have a little table of my photography on October 23rd from 10am to 4pm.  I’m quite excited about it, though it is a bit of a scramble to get everything together! I’ll probably have some prints, some cards and then business cards that have my redbubble gallery on them.

blue ridge banner

City Girls

When my friend came to visit this week, she was frequently amazed at the world around her. Mostly, that was due to the fact that she is, through and through, a city girl. Now, I will admit that I am not a chop-wood-carry-water kind of country girl, but I still know a little bit about the natural world. I’m more like the Victorian lady who is fascinated with the out doors and loves to walk in the woods, collecting acorns and unusually shaped leaves, admiring the view, the trees and the wild life while never actually wanting to perspire.

At any rate, one of the light bulb moments for her was when we were on the Blue Ridge Parkway. We were talking about the different kinds of trees and I said that the kind of trees change with the elevation. But, she protested, these kinds of higher elevation trees grow other places, too. Yes, I said, but they were planted in those locations.

She stopped a moment, a bit puzzled. So, who planted those? she asked, pointing to the huge deep green trees on the high mountains. God, I said with a bit of a giggle. I did not realize at first that she thought of parks and parkways as having trees and plants specifically placed there by gardeners and landscapers. It was not that she consciously thought that the Blue Ridge Parkway had been landscaped by a group of people, it was just that she had never thought of it NOT being.

We had several other great experiences that day, including seeing a rainbow across an entire valley and watching a thick cloud roll over us as it passed by, getting tangled up in the mountain. Beautiful day.

rainbow on the parkway

rainbow on the parkway