With the first frost, this past weekend, J and I woke and drove into the mountains to catch the early light. It was a short break but as we drove under that giant mountain, and into the gorge, it was as if we passed through some secret passage- into the another world. 
Just a little preview of the newest edition to the apartment. His name is Fitz!
Two Tongues- Marie Sioux
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
A set of images from our trip in the mountains. Taken on the Ocoee River in Tennessee.
We went on a road trip, this last month, and spent a few days traveling in the mountains. It's so easy to become lost in the "home" feeling of those great hills. I did not want to leave.
Hey Ho- The Lumineers
