Call me crazy, but some mornings when I depart base camp (this day the West End Café in Jamestown) there's an anticipation in the air, a deep sensation that the day will be special. At 7:00 am I turned west on Glen Obey Road, clearly a heritage road, and headed downhill thru the headwaters of the East Fork Obey River. A quiet cool 55 degrees with sweet low-lying light. Within 25 minutes I spooked a flock of goldfinches, photographed a Robins Plantain display in a small cemetery with very old headstones, and stopped to catch my breath by an old dirt road bridge over Rockcastle Creek. The experience filled my heart with proud feelings and my eyes with tears then, and now as I assemble this posting and recall those precious moments.
Fentress County, Tennessee
Wednesday 23 April 2008