Blue Ridge BeautyThe mountain parks of the East cannot compare even closely to those of the West in terms of spectacular scenery, but they do have their own charm. Shenandoah is the park closest to me, and I have spent more time there than I have in all other national parks combined. I have seen many of its faces and moods and all of its seasons, and I find something else to love or remember each time I go. It is also where I got my start hiking and climbing, and it is the site of many of my formative outdoors experiences.
Shenandoah has revealed many of its secrets to me, but I will never discover all or even most of them. With this album, I pay sincere but nevertheless insufficient tribute to Shenandoah, and I appreciate the opportunity to share the beauty of the park with all who visit this page.
My Favorite Dead Tree
I once saw this tree, alive, in a photo collection from the 1930s. When it died, I don't know, but I do know it finally fell in early 2001 during an ice storm. For almost six years, it was my favorite photographic subject in the park. Its remnants are still there. And so are my memories of it. Long may they be. Images
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