Atualizado: 19 de Fev de 2020
I hear a voice in the morning hour as she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Drivin' down the road I get a feelin'
That I should have home yesterday, yesterday
Now I'm not from West Virginia---I'm from California---but there truly is something special about the rugged, natural beauty of the Mountain State. West Virginia is captivating, yet mysterious---like a faint voice calling in the early morning hours. As the sun begins to peak above the horizon, it begins to shed light on what many consider sacred ground.
It's a land meant to explore---a land to be seen.
To feel the cool, fresh water of the Shenandoah racing through your fingers.
To hear the thin chirp of the lark sparrow.
To smell the aromatic cedar as the wind propagates its scent.
West Virginia is more of a feeling than a place. The question is never "Where did you go?" but rather, "How did you feel?" There is more history in its shadows than we could ever comprehend. Like a snake basking in the sun on a warm summer day, we try to take it all in---but we can't. It is infinite---built brick by brick with the blood and sweat of the daring. If we're lucky we add to this history.
Life is old there older than the trees
Younger than the mountains blowin' like a breeze
West Virginia is the time machine man could never build.
Every step---every breath transports you to a different time.
Some breaths a year.
Some breaths a century.
Dark and dusty painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine teardrops in my eyes
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
Camera: Minolta X-370N
Film: Kodak TMAX 100
When: October 2019
Where: Harpers Ferry, West Virginia
Lyrics: John Denver, "Country Roads"