Part of me wants to go out, and explore the world. See the things I’ve never seen before. Travel throughout this land. Sail these oceans. Discover the vastness the world has to offer. From sandy shores to the highest snow capped peaks. To taste the salt of the sea. Breath in the cool crisp mountain air. Gaze across endless skies stretching far and wide. Head down roads I’ve never traveled before. Set foot on ground I’ve never explored. But then there’s a part of me, the part deep within me who knows that this is home. This town and this piece of ground are a part of me. That I have everything I’ll ever need right here in this small chunk of the world. That everything I’m so desperately searching for is here right before me. My family, the ones who are blood, and the ones I have chose. Bonds I’ve made that can not be erased or replaced. The deep roots of this place entangled around my heart. These ridges, creeks, and back roads. The love for those I could never leave. Is all a part of me.

Jamie Whorton ©

Photo’s by Jamie Whorton

Photo’s by Jamie Whorton

Misty Mountain tree tops poking out through the hazy rain. Green against the gray. Mystery surrounding Misty mountain. Trails leading deep into the thick fog covered peaks. Black birds soaring high amongst the mist. If you dare to roam Misty mountain know you’re not alone. The wilderness is their home.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Hanging silently in the atmosphere looking down. Surrounded by silence all around. Deafened by the constant turbulence from within. Will I ever find my way back again? You know to the place? Its been so long since I’ve been. The place was warm. The place was serene. Held within a dream. When I awoke the dream was lost, and clouded by thought. Trying to discover the way to which the road ends, and the path begins.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Sharp dressed man got me under pressure,
maybe so,
But whips and chains are kind of a freaky thing,
But gimme all your lovin’
anyway.
Tomorrows lookin’ like a cheap sunglasses kind of day.

The western sky set a blaze by the sinking sun. Fiery red orange hues burning bright. Soon to be night. The Sun says goodnight to the moon shining bright. Evening Primroses illuminated by moon glow, mixing in with the tall grass. Silver tones reflecting, making all a dream walk. Being one with the night. Feeling the pulse of the earth’s beating heart coursing through my veins. The night and I are one and the same.

– Jamie Whorton ©

An old oak growing out of the water near the edge of the creek , its trunk hollowed. Thick roots extending down into the layers of sediment below. Catfish swim in, and around the roots. The oak splits in two forming a U-shape. The perfect spot to sit and fish, or just to watch the swimming fish. Streaming sunlight shines down through the water. The musty damp clings on the warm breeze. Sitting in the fishing tree, holding my fishing pole. Line cast, bobber floating. patiently waiting.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Rain drops hit against the window pane, collecting on the glass, slowly rolling down. Everything reflecting back as monochrome film. In these shades of gray, I find a peaceful bliss. Thunder cracks sending a boom rattling these old windows. Flashes of lightening shoot across the sky spanning out like tiny tree roots. The rain becomes heavy, and steady. Gusts of wind blow through the trees. The storm is strong, but its stamina will fade to a gentle rain. The storm will soon evanesce, to a sun filled sky melting away the monochrome shades of gray. Bringing forth a brightly kaleidoscopic rainbow.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Completing a good day’s hard work is one of the most rewarding feelings. To stand back, and see the transformation of an undone task finally completed. One of my favorite tasks of Summer would be mowing grass. And once I’m finished mowing I like to grab a big glass of something cold to drink, sit on my porch, and just look out at my yard seeing how nice, and uniform the landscaping looks. Today I had a truck load of firewood that needed unloaded, and stacked in the basement entrance. It felt so great once I was finished stacking that last piece of firewood. It looks nice, and neat stacked in rows. Instead of just thrown in a pile. Plus I’m grateful to have the wood to heat my home on these chilly nights. Not much beats the feeling of accomplishing a task, and standing back looking at the progress made.