Appalachian Highlights
I am haunted by the image that greets me each time I cross the Appalachians in the twilight. The sun has not yet touched these rivers and minor valleys, yet the fog that fills them consumes every bit of available light and glows in the indigo of twilight with a luminance that calls out like a soft voice in the darkness luring into its heart. The mist highlights the edges of the hidden landscape, clutching and pulling itself along each ridge and crevice as though tendrils of ivy creeping toward sunlight. This scene repeats itself each morning as the moist summer air lingers in the landscape lending an air of mysticism to these remote paths.
The Aerial Horizon 