Cloudland Canyon

Good ol' Tennessee.
How I miss the picturesque hills and valleys.

Centuries have worn down the ground till rough hewn rock is rubbed slick and vegitation clings sideways to banks eaten away
what starts as a steady drip aspiring to a slow moving river with only one obstical

But old growth has set up shop here and refusing to leave turns greaner every season fed by the force that will one day destroy it.
Love me to death
under the guise of feading me life.





I also miss where the sanke handler lives.
Be sure to click on it and try to see how many Porcelain pieces of bathrooms you can find.
I think he was trying for a fancy out house