Collection: Summer in the Smokies
The gold-touched days of midsummer - fields edged in black-eyed susans and blackberry briars heavy with ripened fruit.
A month when the Great Smoky Mountains are walked by summer hikers, when deep woods held in shadow are a sharp contrast to sunlit meadows and rivers run low through mossy rockbound beds. Days are long and never seem to end, slowly fading into a dusk where the sun's warmth lingers.
And the next morning rises bright as the day before, promising no rain. Skies spread azure across the smoke-fringed hills, skies the color of a lady's eyes. While cirrus clouds ride high across the summer, the clear unending summer. Terri Waters art captures and shares Summer in the Smokies with all of us.
A month when the Great Smoky Mountains are walked by summer hikers, when deep woods held in shadow are a sharp contrast to sunlit meadows and rivers run low through mossy rockbound beds. Days are long and never seem to end, slowly fading into a dusk where the sun's warmth lingers.
And the next morning rises bright as the day before, promising no rain. Skies spread azure across the smoke-fringed hills, skies the color of a lady's eyes. While cirrus clouds ride high across the summer, the clear unending summer. Terri Waters art captures and shares Summer in the Smokies with all of us.
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