“this world is but a canvas to our imagination.” ~ henry david thoreau this morning i felt a little worried + stressed as i got on my bike to ride home after an appointment. however, i didn’t make the turn i needed to in order to head home. instead, my bike, seemingly on its own, took..
before you enter hot springs from the east/north, you gotta cross the ancient french broad river – winding and cutting through the mountains all the way from rosman, nc to tennessee. it flows directly beside the town, just a few hundred feet away from main street. people say that this river is magical – and have been saying it..
summer lovin’ & peace. ps. what do you think of the slideshow thingy? i’m not sure if i’m a fan or not, but i thought i’d give it a whirl. change things up a little, ya know?.