On a cloudy day you can sometimes still see a long way. It depends on your viewpoint.
Webb Overlook
Great Smokey Mountains National Park
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The vines on this old building with a water wheel drew my attention. The location makes me seriously doubt whether it was ever a working mill, but the picture is interesting to me.
Douglas Lane
Jellico, TN
Travelers in the Southern United States will see many barns along the highways with “See Rock City” painted on them. These signs were painted on 900 barns by Clark Byers between 1935 and 1969.
I have seen them all my life. What I never noticed until recently were doghouse billboard signs advertising Rock City. Here are two signs that are on Highway 72 in North Alabama.
This first shows the size of the signs.
The next two images are closer pictures that show the detail and construction better.
I passed these signs just before I drove into the storm in my “Angry Clouds in Alabama” post.
Highway 72
Northeast Alabama
The clouds along Alabama highway 72 looked particularly angry.
The rain dribbled down the window,
car lights poked through the fog,
thank God — we had some rain.
Georgia
The moon rides above Red Rock Canyon as the setting sun casts a warm glow across the canyon.
Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area
Las Vegas, Nevada
United States
The huge sky above the brush-covered landscape and hills in this image are near the site where the golden spike was driven into the railroad. The spike was placed on May 10, 1869 when the Union and Central Pacific Railroads joined at Promontory Summit, in what then known as Utah Territory.
Promontory, Utah
Decided to try to learn a type of photography that never interested me before — flower photography. These are two images from today.
Butchart Garden, British Columbia, Canada
All plants do not have the privilege of growing up in a botanical garden where they are cultivated by skilled horticulturists. Most plants must grow and bloom where they are.
Some bloom where much stronger trees have fallen and died.
Some grow between a rock and hard place, because they are planted by the rivers of water.
Some even grow in the charred places.
But wherever we are, we can grow, bloom, and be fruitful. Don’t give up.
The white waters of the Nantahala River rush through the Nantahala National Forest. The cool mist, fresh air and excitement of the rafters made this a wonderful stop on my trip to the Great Smokey Mountains.
Nantahala River
Nantahala National Forest
North Caroline
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