(A certain slant of light. In this case, late afternoon—-the golden hour after a storm)
When we first began to contemplate a move to the mountains from the flatlands of eastern North Carolina, we thought mostly of how wonderful it would be to be able to rest our eyes on the blue ridges of the Appalachians every day. What we didn’t consider was just how amazing the skies here would be. From our porch here at the Doublewide Ranch, we can see almost all of the eastern and southern firmament, and it is often a wondrous sight to behold. We feel truly blessed to be a few thousand feet closer to the heavens.
So, if you, like me, have been oppressed by grey and dreary skies and fog this week, here are a few pictures (all taken here, mostly in the past year) to help you remember the infinite glories of the world above us.
(Sunrise, over the mountains. From our porch.)
(“Crepuscular rays.” Such an unbecoming name for the glory of these sunbeams)
(After the rain—at sunset)
(A sundog at sunset—over Asheville, eleven miles away)
(Fog and light)
(Another sunrise over the mountains)
(The many, many shades of blue in the sky)
(Oak in autumn)
(The radiant colors of autumn. Glory be.)