... where it's not about the camera.
I guess we can now see where the name "blue ridge mountains" came from. Great shot!
Wow. Did you take that through your windshield? If so, double wow.
Lord, how I love those mountains.
A good subject for a poem. Blue RidgeThe Blue Ridge laundry hung along the sky Beyond the highway's disappearing endHums lazy longing songs of by-and-by, The road, too busy, off around the bend ...The heavy sky wore mountain sawteeth dull So long ago; the nubbins that remainCan scarce impede the clouds that boatlike scull Along the ridge above the valley rain.The mountains must remember in their dreams Those ancient granite days of grand display,When caped in snow and bumping heaven's beams Their brooding crags looked down upon the day;Now crossed with track and trail of bear and coon They see both what will come and what is pastAnd sleep the endless sleep of rain and moon Until the hills are ground to sand at last.© 2006 Jeffrey Hull
I love this picture. It reminds me of home.
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