Fragments From Floyd

We call this 'our' valley. (I will have some things to say about ownership soon). Goose Creek near its source runs in the deep shadow where the sun has yet to shine, across the bottom of the picture. Our Nameless Creek follows the pasture, our 'field of dreams', at the base of the slope under the rising fog. It then climbs to higher ground, passing through the Fortress of Solitude, then under the tumble of Hemlocks and into the ravine, a tribute to the combined efforts of falling water and eons of Appalachian time.