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Zoder’s Inn, in the Smoky Mountains – Gatlingburg Tennessee

I took this photo about 4 years ago now and ever since, it’s been my most popular pin on Pinterest, getting over 500 repins, especially lately for some reason. What I’ve never bothered to do it make it available for people to own! It belonged to my selection of photos intended for blogging our travels, and this one specifically about our experience in Gatlingburg – a town much more popular than I imagined.

So, I’ve decided to list it – available for purchase as a print, large or small, framed or on canvas, you name it I can do it. This hotel is a place that has given a lot of people great memories of their time in the Smoky Mountains, and that’s important. The creek is called Roaring Fork Creek and is typical of creeks in the area, rapidly flowing across rocks from the mountains surrounding the this funny little town.

Check it out on Etsy if you want to get yourself a print!

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Foggy and Moody Pics From the Sierra Nevada Mountains

We’ve been in California far longer than I expected, over 2 months now, and although I was wary at first, I’m now a pretty big fan of this giant state.

The nature around here is unmistakably unique to California. In the Sierra Nevada Mountains there are trees as big and tall as two semi trucks parked end to end (or bigger), and in the spring, low lying clouds and foggy scenery. I can’t help but be excited about it every time we go exploring. I would choose a rainy day in northern California to a sunny day on the beach any day.

After we visited Yosemite and Big Trees State Park in the Sierras, we traveled to the coast where we saw the redwood forests, hung out on rocky beaches and strolled ferny paths. These forests are magical, and flora so thick and ancient.

Here are some of my favorite shots from these places.

Yosemite

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A creek flowing down into the Yosemite Valley

Big Trees State Park

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A mess of toppled tree roots in a Sequoia forest

Redwoods

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The Coast

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Mother’s Day Sale! 20% Off All Prints – All Sizes, Through May 8th!

Starting today and lasting through Mother’s Day, both my store here and on etsy will be having a 20% off sale!

All sizes of prints, 8×10 to 30×40 inches – that’s huge!
Also available are gift cards, in case you don’t want to choose for her.

Check out the etsy store here (many more images than this store at the moment).

Or use the code: MUMDAY16 here in the store at checkout!

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Treasury of the Day: Lumos – White Buffalo

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Treasury featuring my image, Bison Family

Auguries of Innocence

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To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master’s gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf’s and lion’s howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misused breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won’t believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever’s fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
He who the ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by woman loved.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider’s enmity.
He who torments the chafer’s sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother’s grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar’s dog and widow’s cat,
Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer’s song
Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy’s foot.
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist’s jealousy.
The prince’s robes and beggar’s rags
Are toadstools on the miser’s bags.
A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands,
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright
And returned to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on heaven’s shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes Revenge! in realms of death.
The beggar’s rags fluttering in air
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer’s sun.
The poor man’s farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric’s shore.
One mite wrung from the labourer’s hands
Shall buy and sell the miser’s lands,
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant’s faith
Shall be mocked in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne’er get out.
He who respects the infant’s faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child’s toys and the old man’s reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar’s laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour’s iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plough
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
A riddle or the cricket’s cry
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet’s inch and eagle’s mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne’er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They’d immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation’s fate.
The harlot’s cry from street to street
Shall weave old England’s winding sheet.
The winner’s shout, the loser’s curse,
Dance before dead England’s hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

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Treasury of the Day: Lumos – Mountain

I love the desert when I’m there, but I soon enough miss the mountains. When I’m in the mountains, I soon miss the desert, and so repeats my life of travel and on and on I go, back and forth across the country, up and down elevation, always a pulling at my heart to keep moving. Run away, long to return, run away. This is why I chose the name Lost.

This treasury features a photo of mine from Animas Forks, Colorado. An abandoned cabin in a mining town at 11,000 feet in the rocky mountains. It’s only accessible part of the year but always beautiful. The high elevation gives way to beautiful alpine wildflowers and pine trees.

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