Oh, and these northern nights are dreary
My old southern heart is weary
As I wonder how the old folks are back home
But I know that they all love me
And I know they’re thinking of me
And Smokey Mountains memories keep me strong
A week in the woods. 30 photographers. Snow storms, making pictures, hanging out, sharing and laughing so hard our sides ached. I have said so many times how important I think community is when you are a photographer and this group of people have inspired me so much that ‘I can’t even’.
I was going to write more about this trip but I am not sure I can or even want to so I’ll just share some pictures, from Nashville to Gaitlinburg and a few portraits of lovely people. I didn’t get a chance to shoot everyone and that makes me sad. This is just the first of many adventures with this group and I can’t wait to see them again soon.
