Appalachia
327 creative works found
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View from Clingmans Dome parking lot.The early settlers refered to these as the far blue mountains amoung other names
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B&W of Carter Shields cabin located in the Cades Cove area of the Smoky Mountains
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The John Oliver Place built mid 1850’s.It is located on the Cades Cove Loop in the Smoky Mountains
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The sun slowly sets over the Appalachians of the Smoky Mountains bringing the end to the day. Shot was taken from the Clingmans Dome Parking lot in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park !
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Fall isn’t to be out done by Spring with all the new beginnings and shades of green. For a brief time it bursts into a splendor of warm color just before the dead of Winter.This is the Middle Prong Little River located in the Tremont section of the GSMNP Camera: Canon Rebel Xti… Lens: Canon 28-135mm…. / Focal Length: 44mm… Aperture Priority… / Shutter Speed: 1/2 s… Aperture: f/8… / ISO: 100… Tripod: Bogen…… Bias 0.0 EV… / Filters:Hoya Polarizer… Cable Release… / Format:RAW
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Taking a few minutes before my “Days End”. The colors are much cooler showing why these are known as the lower Blue Ridge Mountains. The foggy mist is why these particular mountains became known as the Smokys the colors and layers of ridges drew me to this shot. So often in making sunset/sunrise shots photographers shoot one or two shots and move on. This time of day is one of rapidly changing tones. Some of the most dramatic shots can be made after most have left or got there. When the clouds are illuminated by the sun after/before it has pasted the horizon. Those photographers willing to slow down an spend some time will be the ones fully enjoying this time of day when the warm/cool colors met, mingle, and drift apart. As you can see between the 2 shots 2 minutes make a dramatic difference. Clingmans Dome Area Great Smoky Mountain NP / Most recently featured in MASTERS OF THE SCENIC Camera: Canon Rebel Xti / Lens: Canon 28-135mm / Focal Length: 100mm / Manual / Shutter Speed: 1/4s / Aperture: 10 / ISO: 100 / Tripod: Bogen / Filters:Hoya Polarizer / Cable Release / Format:RAW
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Watercolor painting on Arches 300 HP 22×30 inches Wendel’s Barbershop in Lexington, Virginia can count the wide cross section of the town’s male population as customers. With that and the cadets of the Virginia Military Institute and the students at Washington and Lee, Wendel stays quite engaged except for a slight break in the morning when he takes his own chair and reads the paper. Always gracious he agreed to sit for me on one of those occasions; and I tried to record him as the class act and gentleman that he is known by all to be.
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The painting is a country store and game checking station in the rural Virginia Appalachian range during the autumn’s hunting season. The light is strong but somehow wan at the same time. A part of the spectrum is absent and it makes one think of coming snow or rain. The store stays a little busy with the regular customers being increased by hunters. All linger a bit in the warmth inside that’s created by a large kerosene stove. A limited palette was used to accent a place that was both vital to a community’s life and a location where death was accounted. The holding of the two concepts provides a strange dignity to the otherwise drab and ordinary. Watercolor on Arches 300HP
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While on a night walk on a cold crystal night durning the past holiday season, I was struck by the warm glow of the lights from the porches of nearby homes. Hurrying home I started this painting on a panel that had been prepared for another work and had it near completion in one long setting. Not greatly detailed but it caught some of the mood that motivated the attempt. Acrylic on covered wood panel.
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The brick sidewalks of Lexington, Virginia. To the left is the church where Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson served as deacon; under the distant trees is his grave. On the right when the awnings sheltered McCrum’s drugstore the Trailway bus would stop to allow passengers to go inside and eat. Phil “Old Dixie” Nunn who had been born a slave would try to sell them postcards as they went inside. “Dixie” (no one would have called him Phil) wore handmade shoes and claimed to have once as a boy, held Traveler’s reins while Robert E. Lee mounted. He was proud of both. Death is at last the great egalitarian. Now the gentle spring rain falls with equal indifference on the celebrated grave of Jackson and the unmarked one of Nunn; and the hand fashioned bricks glisten where each once walked. Acrylic on wood.
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The mountain town of Buena Vista, Virginia, the viewer would be standing up street from its main cross streets, Magnolia Ave. and 21st Street. It’s a community of working class folks; friendly and unpretentious. Down the block is the railroad tracks and beyond that is the levee between town and the Maury River. Further on, the wooded rise is park land where deer browse year around; unconcerned about the town folk who return the favor. I live here and enjoy the pace. The first snow is usually a wet one that hangs in the trees and gets removed late. In the damp mid-morning air it creates its own fog and mood as street lights still burn,
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The scene is a small town in the mountains of Virginia, an area that has historically given a disproportionate sacrifice in the nation’s wars but suffers its share of the nation’s wealth. Bedford is nearby. It is the current time and there is a “Support Our Troops” sign taped in the window of a long closed business. December’s sun echos the contrasting theme in the strong lights and shadows thrown across flaking paint and rotting snow. An old man clearing the street speaks to youth’s absence from this scene. Yet it features endurance and hope also; life carries on. The building promises an occupant, as the sunlight and bare tree promise a spring and those at home do what they must and abide. 24×28” acrylic on linen covered wood.
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On Main Street in Lexington sits the Southern Inn. This painting depicts the building as it is familiar to those of us who live about; bathed in the light of a bright autumn day. The sun’s light cast strong shadows across the buildings facade and the only working neon sign in town. As it flows across awnings and to the street, it accents a small pile of fallen leaves in the gutter; a seasonal cherry on the visual sundae. Acrylic on panel
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There are still among us memories of stores with plain wood floors that were swept with oiled sawdust instead of being varnished or sealed. Places that had pressed tin ceilings and wooden display bins and a smell that went with the tinkling of the small bell above the front door. The old hardware store on our main street, Magnolia Avenue remains such a place in the age of the mega marts. The changing wares on the sidewalk out front, tell the shifts of the seasons with more precisions than the street flags, town crews change in sharp demarcations. Nails are sold by weight and put in paper sacks; and the lingering ghost of the baskets of spring’s set onions still haunt the nose in early summer. The painting is a slice of one of those summer days already spiralling like lazy tobacco smoke into the motes of the past, too soon to be gone. Acrylic on panel
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Morning sun filters through the trees at John Olivers Cabin with a few dogwoods in the background…The cabin is almost completly surrounded by split-rail fence also…...The Oliver’s bought land in the Cove in 1826 and this cabin site remained in the family until the Park was established. The house is typical of many found on the eastern frontier in the mid-1850s, and reflects the skills and techniques brought into the mountains by descendants of British and European immigrants. This cabin is located on the Cades Cove Loop Road, in the Great Smoky Mountain N.P.
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Sepia Toned of a previous…Morning sun filters through the trees at John Olivers Cabin with a few dogwoods in the background…..The Oliver’s bought land in the Cove in 1826 and this cabin site remained in the family until the Park was established. The house is typical of many found on the eastern frontier in the mid-1850s, and reflects the skills and techniques brought into the mountains by descendants of British and European immigrants…..Split-rail fences require much more timber than other types of fences, and so are not common in areas where wood is scarce or expensive. However, they are very simple in their construction, and can be assembled with few tools even on hard or rocky ground. They also can be built without using any nails or other hardware; such hardware was often scarce in frontier locations.These fences are sometimes refered to as Worm Fence due to the back and forth placements…This cabin is located on the Cades Cove Loop Road, in the Great Smoky Mountain N.P.
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A shower before the storm in the Great Smoky Mountains. This was made from the breezeway or dog-trot of Ephraim Bales Cabin, located along the Roaring Fork Motor Nature Trail. Two types of fencing can also be seen in the picture. A rock wall on the left and a wooden picket fence on the right. The sound of the rain falling in the forest was as relaxing for me as it was for Ephraim over a hundred years ago.
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Initially, early settlers utilized iron deposits found in bogs along North Carolina’s coast. As exploration expanded, large deposits of iron ore were discovered in the mountains several hundred miles to the west. In fact, by the early 1800s, the range we now refer to as the Great Smoky Mountains was known throughout the growing United States as the Great Iron Mountains. The combination of abundant iron ore and vast tracts of timber in close proximity to one another gave our region a natural ability to produce a large variety of iron products
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Horses in Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountain National Park, USA. > Horses and mules have had a presence in the Cove for well over 150 years. They’ve pulled wagons, hay mowers, buggies, carts, sleds, and plows. Horseback riding is a thrill for visitors today, a necessity for the pioneers of Cades Cove. I love the quiet of the morning as the fog lifts over the valley. The horses seem so peaceful grazing on the valley floor. Other works in the Cades Cove Collection: About Cades Cove: Cades Cove (formally known as Tuckaleechee Cove) is found in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Tennessee, USA. Cades Cove / was a working farm valley until the 1930’s when the National Park was formed. The Park Service has attempted to recreate the 19th century feel of this farming valley and preserve it for future generations. Before the first white settler arrived on the scene, Cades Cove had been a part of the Cherokee Indians’ domain. Abrams Creek and Abrams Falls are features named for a prominent Cherokee chief named “Old Abram” who at one time lived in a village at Chilhowee on the Little Tennessee River. According to tradition, Old Abram’s wife was named Kate, and Cades (Kate’s) Cove was named after her. Please enjoy these other images:
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I have been here and seen the coming of man to my rivers. In my shadows have walked wildlife that no longer walk here. From my lofty peaks you can see for many miles. Once I stood higher than the far western mountains. I may have shifted and changed but I remain. My rivers are cold and my forest cool. From my bowels man has both feed himself and built his shelters. He has raped my slopes for my wood. Fought wars within me. I still survive. Mist still shroud my valleys. Flowers still shine their beauty for all to see. Come walk my paths an fish my streams. Stand on my peaks and walk my valleys. Loose yourself within yourself as your cares fade away when your with me. I am the Great Smoky Mountains, the Great Iron Mountains, Far Blue Mountains, the Sha-cona-ga. Most just call me the Smokies, and I remain. And a quote from John Muir “The mountains, are fountains, not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men
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Taken from the parking lot at Clingmans Dome,GSMNP. The mountain was named for Brigadier General Thomas Lanier Clingman, by Arnold Guyot a geographer. Clingman in the 1850’s was the first to accurately measure the height of the mountain. The mountain was called Kuwa’hi (the mulberry place) by the Cherokee. This is where the legendary great bear chief and doctor dwelled.In whose magic bath the wounded bears are restored to health…Settlers first called it Smoky Dome then later was called Mount Buckley before Guyot named it offically
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The Little River Road is about 18 miles long. It runs between the Sugarland Visitors Center at the Gatlinburg entrance to the Smoky Mountains and the Wye in Townsend. Once you pass the road going to Elkmont Campground it snakes through the gorge along the sides of Little River. Its one of the more popular drives in the Smokies. Numerous pull offs offer unending possibilities to get out and explore the river. Fall colors can be spectacular. Along the route there is a picnic area, waterfalls, and hiking trails. The road may not be for the timid, not use to mountain roads. In some places you are on the edge of the river on one side and against a rock bluff on the other. It seems narrower than it looks and has room for motor homes to meet, so drive slow and enjoy. It is one of two ways to get to Cades Cove. From it you can also enjoy fly fishing, kayaking or just playing in the water. Tubers often dot the river on the Wye end in summer. Camera: Canon 40D… Lens: Canon 24-105 f/4…. / Focal Length: 24mm… Manual… / Shutter Speed: 2s… F/Stop: 16… / ISO: 100… Tripod: Bogen…… Bias 0.0EV… / Filters:B+W Polarizer… Cable Release… … / Format:RAW
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The “Perfect Spot” conveys the tranquility of casting a line in one of the beautiful mountain lakes of the western NC highlands.
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“River Fence” personifies rural simplicity.
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