Over recent days, the family and I traveled to a region of the country of which I grow fonder each iteration I’m able to spend there. The entire occasion was augmented and enriched by friends we’ve had for years and years. Our kids grew up together. And now their family is welcoming grandchildren and ours will be, too, rather soon. Things could not have been much sweeter.

And the region–once again–delivered life to my soul in ways that I still do not fully comprehend. For some folks, it’s the beach; for others, perhaps, it’s a city; but for me, it’s rural life in the woods. I can hear water running, the turkeys calling, the sound of wind in the canopies, and view the clouds that give the region its name.

Below are just a few shots from my old iPhone that visually delineate the genesis of respect I have for this place, its history, its people, its preservation, and its Maker. I hope you too enjoy.

*My sincere thanks to our friend Peter for allowing us all to stay in his nearby cabin. Grateful.