One of my favorite things to do is to load up my camera, my sketchpad and an open mind, and drive through the mountains of western North Carolina. Winding roads crisscross glimmering streams, pass enormous boulders and virgin forests. I usually have no destination in mind. I get lost in the beauty and the possibilities. I may meet the owner of a day lily farm with 1,000 varieties…a blacksmith who bends and shapes bars of steel…or a Christmas tree farmer who gardens her own potatoes…all three artists.
But one thing I always see in the mountains…a small, weatherworn church whose steeple rises around the corner…and in my open mind I hear John Newton's, "…I once was lost, but now…"
But one thing I always see in the mountains…a small, weatherworn church whose steeple rises around the corner…and in my open mind I hear John Newton's, "…I once was lost, but now…"
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