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I felt addled all day. Madame Rimsky-Korsakov. Who was she? Wife of the famous composer, Nicoli Rimsky-Korsakov, yes. But I want more. The psychic said that I was meant to see that painting and [...]

I swore I’d never do it. In fact, most of my life I’ve been not only hesitant to go to a psychic, but superstitious about it. Leave well enough alone, I thought. No need to taint the [...]

He’s supposed to be a memorable guy. “Friendly, no dogs,” the employees at DOT told me. “Outside Burnsville near Price’s Creek, cut off the highway and turn left onto Cane River Road. Follow that [...]

Been following this project? Here’s more: Meet the photographer (sidebar link on right side of my website, under the first bullet point). Although I took the picture on my main page, [...]

1. Shane sees color where I’d never think to look. Once, lost on a windy road heading to a bridge nobody seemed to have a name for, we pulled over so he could photograph an abandoned old cinder [...]

{…continued from yesterday…} It’s the man we tried to wave to, only now he’s standing, one arm pivoting a bow against the fiddle strings. We walk back toward the entrance to the footbridge, but [...]

Bridge 222W near Whitson’s road, on the Yancey/Mitchell county line, was built or rebuilt in 1964 and spans well over 200 feet. To get there, you have to drive slow enough to see the ripples [...]

Here is what is happening:The writing business keeps growing. And growing and growing. In fact, since April I haven’t had a moment where I didn’t have an essay due for some publication or [...]

I will return to regularly scheduled programming by Monday night. I swear.

LATER, AT 224W“What are you looking at?” A white-haired woman appears from the small mountain home. We’d thought we were alone. “We’re researching a story on the bridges, Ma’am,” says Shane. He’d [...]