An afternoon of hiking merits a rest in the shade before returning to town for schnitzel.
A wall of white water greets visitors to Laurel Falls. Can you spot the little magenta flashes of rhododendrons in the rocks?
The mists of Laurel Falls make the rocks just beyond its crashing torrents a perfect home for little flowers and mosses.
Coming face to face with a monster waterfall at the end of a hike brings a refreshing sensation: invisible clouds of cool mist.
It’s a cliché of landscape photography that the huge scale of a landscape can best be conveyed be including a human. Though there is indeed a person in this picture, I think Laurel Falls needs no help. Perhaps that’s because of trail experience to reach it.
Roots draped elegantly over rocks beside a burbling brook create the more-naturally-occurring equivalent of a Japanese garden.
When hikers choose the trail this close to the river’s edge, they’re betting on the water level—will it be sloshing over the rocks and requiring a long detour? On this day, the hikers lucked out.
On a hike with my extended Decaseconds family to Laurel Falls, we paused by the flowing water to explore some strange arrangements of roots and rocks. Landscapes are so much more enticing to a human viewer when there are obviously human forms in the picture, they say, and this image definitely supports that thesis.
Walking through the Great Smoky Mountains, I was astonished at the clarity of the water… Until I remembered that I was wearing polarized sunglasses that eliminated most of the surface light reflection.
Tennessee posts have previously been the domain of my Decaseconds co-author, but a recent visit to see him in Johnson City meant that I was able to photograph some of his regular haunts for myself. Our hike to Laurel Falls in the Great Smoky Mountains revealed some pretty spectacular natural settings.
It’s hard to adequately describe the view from the tops of the balds of Grassy Ridge. This particular vantage is from Jane Bald. While hiking along here it is immediately clear why people would want to hike the Appalachian trail.
Spring is in the air in the Smokies and the rivers are flowing.
I was amazed at how long I could follow this Blue Heron (I believe?) as it waded through a creek in a park near Kingsport, TN.
Summer on the east coast is a lot different from summer on the west coast. While traveling through the tri-cities area of Tennessee I was floored by how verdant the landscape was at a time of year that the west coast is generally a virtual desert.