Most of you know that I now live in South Florida but I spent most of my life in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains. I certainly didn't go as often as I should have before I became serious about photography but once I did I tried to make up for the lost time. Every year since leaving back in 2005 we return to East Tennessee to visit old friends and family. During this time I always manage to make it back to those hills that mean so much to me at least a few times.
What is it about the Smoky Mountains that draws me in? Why do I love those green rolling hills so much? I think the answer is a spiritual one. I think God used these ancient mountains to awaken in me a passion for photography and for the arts in general. It was in those hills that I first learned that the spirit can be moved by the act of artistic expression.