SNAPSHOTS.

Some landscapes don’t need drama to make an impression. The Smoky Mountains are one of those places — steady, familiar, and still capable of catching you off guard when the light shifts just right. This frame happened in the late afternoon, when the sun drops low enough to weave between the branches. The trees opened just enough to reveal the ridgelines stretching across the horizon, each layer fading softly into the next. No noise. No rush. Just the quiet kind of beauty Tenn

It might not feel like it yet, but fall is just around the corner. Soon enough, the Smoky Mountains will trade summer’s greens for the...