Thomas Wolfe wrote You Can’t Go Home Again, and the title has become an often-quoted phrase about change and memory.
sheep farm on Ruff Creek Hill
Yet here I am. Back home in These High Green Hills. Living within two miles of my childhood home. Living on what used to be my grandfather’s orchard.
sunrise from my bedroom
Sometimes a bit like being A Stranger in a Strange Land, but more often it is like being a stranger in a familiar land. Older and wiser, I see the familiar with new eyes — The Return of the Native…
journey home…
New eyes that appreciate the beauty of the hills, streams, and roads of rural Appalachia.
these high greene hills
New eyes that appreciate the need for economic development, but worry that it will spoil the ecosystems, the water, the landscape.
the cows’ field, disturbed
New eyes that see God’s mercy on my life and the blessings of coming home again.
Landscapes? Yep, I got ’em! About 500 on my phone alone! The top three were taken today; the others are from a greener season …
the circle of life 