The poplar trees showing the early signs of a new season beginning from up top the Buffalo Mountain.

The trees and plants were colorful this afternoon with the wicked spring storms coming in.

I was trying to capture the occasional lighting bolts, but it’s not easy to do. In this photo I caught a little bolt across the sky.

The river low and lacking rain but still flowing.

Beautiful when the light shines through!

My friend Josh collecting interesting shells and such that wash up from the calm waters of the gulf down in Florida.

Taken on the Buffalo Mountain, a place sacred to the Appalachian Indians and steeped in mountain lore.