Sunrise in Brasstown
“It gets gloomy back in the big mountains. Brasstown has the perfect mixture of darkness and light.”
—Bass Hyatt 2018
Tipper
Subscribe for FREE and get a daily dose of Appalachia in your inbox
Similar Posts
Shotgun Wedding
Today’s guestpost was written by Keith Jones. Shotgun Wedding written by Keith Jones When my Dad Grover Jones was…
Gaelic influence in Appalachia?
I received the following question from Jarrad Holcombe. This may seem like an odd question. Have you ever heard anything…
Valentines are in the Air
When we went on a hike over the weekend we found two hearts. One was in a leaf. You can…
Finding Peace & Comfort
Guess you don’t really need any ideas for posts …..but your post about ‘ornery’ days got me thinking. (Yes, I…
January in Pigeon Roost
The 1974 Winter Edition of the Foxfire Magazine contains a compilation of newspaper articles written by Harvey Miller. At the…
Resurrection Day
Chatter and her great great aunt Hazel This is my Great Aunt Hazel sitting with Chatter. She will be 81…
I live for the sunrises and sunsets. Years ago I came up with a line that describes the unique nature of these daily events. “The Land of Many Sunsets”. It has the sound of the Cherokee, and describes our ability to move from place to place as the Sun goes down, letting us see multiple sunsets as the mountain horizon changes. When I spent time in the Florida Keys, the sunset was always spectacular, but you only got one a day. How fortunate we are to enjoy so many within that last half hour. Here’s a post I did of sunsets at Linville Gorge, all photos made within a half hour of each other. https://blueridgeimpressions.wordpress.com/2013/02/10/winter-sunset-from-the-linville-gorge-west-rim/
I agree- the photo truly captures it well!
What a wonderful view!
Miss Cindy, I love living here too. The people are open and accepting, and the scenery? As my youngest grandchild had said many times, “Grandma, aren’t we lucky to live in such a beautiful place?”.
Tipper thats a beautiful picture. Looks like a painting. First day of Spring and my youngest daughter, s Birthday. Tipper, remember sometimes i would talk about the little woman i took care of, been with her for 41/2 yrs. Well she passed away Sunday night. Bless her heart. I know she’s in a better place. God Bless you all!
It gets dark here at my house, but not nearly as dark as it does back in the hills of eastern KY. I never realized how pitch dark it can get back in those mountains until I lived in the city for awhile and went back home for a visit. It’s no wonder I was terrified to go outside as a child. Mom would describe the darkness by saying, “I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.”
Now that is a spectacular picture for the first day of Spring!
Beautiful sunrise in Brasstown, I love living here!
In the county where I grew up there was a coal camp down in a holler so dark young girls would marryk in part just to get out. The older I get the more I like the light. You all are fortunate to have both mountains and open valleys.
Beautiful