Tag: North Carolina mountains

  • Larry’s very first gallery show!

    Larry’s very first gallery show!

    I’m just bustin, I’m so proud. Larry left me up here in these mountains all alone to get ready for his first big SHOW. I’ll be hanging his photos at Frogs Leap Public House on Tuesday!! They are, in a word, spectacular. But y’all knew that. My big challenge was to write a bio for him. Well, hooray, it’s done! Just about impossible to read the fine print in my (clearly unprofessional) picture, but I’m gonna post the text below.

    Larry Wright, Photographer

    Toni, who owns this restaurant along with her husband, told me I needed to write a bio for Larry.  Well.  Where you start with something like that?!  I suppose we can begin with where he’s from and how he got here.  Geography.  Jobs.  So, “Born in Minnesota, moved to Florida as a young boy, came to Maggie Valley on vacation in 1998 and that was that.”  Larry was the system administrator for the missiles division of Martin Marietta/Lockheed Martin.  Now, he and his wife (that’s me!) have Timberwolf Creek B&B and a little outdoor wedding chapel.  We moved on, from engineers to inngineers.

    We like this spelling better.

    I’m fairly certain that, even back in Minnesota, Larry had a camera slung over one shoulder.  He still does.  I joked that he has sixty thousand pictures on his computer and he gave me an arch look, and corrected me, “More than two hundred thousand, actually.”  Going through old pictures, it’s hard to find one of Larry – he’s typically behind the lens – but when you do, there’s a touch of worry in his smile because you’re holding his camera.

    Larry’s style has evolved over the years and it’s a pure pleasure to watch him winnow a landscape down to just exactly the right frame, while he waits with infinite patience for that perfect moment.  Click.

    And while you’ll enjoy walking through Frog’s Leap Public House to see all his work, why yes, since you asked, I do have a favorite.  Not really because it’s my favorite image – no more than I could choose one of my children over another – but the story so wonderfully reflects Larry’s unflagging determination to capture an image…  It’s called Mountain Daylilies.

    It was one of those summer days so beautiful it hurts.  And Larry knew it.  He was packed up and gone, once the sun hit the windows.  Packing up is a painstaking process when you’re dealing with oxygen tanks, back up tanks, regulators, carry bags, and then all that camera equipment.  Off he went.  He was coming back up our road when the afternoon sun picked out the daylilies planted in front of our place, and the blue, blue sky dotted with clouds was being cooperative.  Larry pulled over, and decided he needed the mountain in the background, with that sky.  He noted the sun shining through the flower petals, picking out the center in silhouette, and he laid down on the ground to get it framed precisely right… and then a car drove by – and pulled over!  Oh, no!  Guy with oxygen, lying on the ground!  And ran to help him.  Larry got up, thanked them and explained what he was doing and eventually they drove away.  He got back on the ground, maneuvered back under the flowers, lined up his picture… and then a car drove by – and pulled over.  People are kind.  It was a long, long afternoon.  Larry got his picture.  It’s my favorite.

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  • Picnic baskets, they way they oughta be

    Picnic baskets, they way they oughta be

    Ok, I’d like to think I’m fairly intelligent, but have to admit that it took me fifteen years (that’s right, years) to finally figure out that when folks leave here with a picnic basket, it should be a memento of their time in the mountains, not a Made in China purchase. Good heavens. Years.

    Yesterday, Larry and I spent a wonderful afternoon with Judy (my bride c. 2012) at the Church Street Craft Fair in Waynesville. Only it’s not on Church Street any more, it’s on Main Street. I think that’s a topic for another day. Anyway. Did I mention that I’m easily distracted these days? Ok. Where was I? Oh yes. Years.

    I stepped into a booth and was just transported.  Not that kind of booth.  I mean, I didn’t go into a time warp or start talking into my shoe or suddenly find myself dressed in a cape and a shirt with a big red S on the chest.  Not that kind of transported.  I mean a vendor booth at the market – this one filled with the prettiest baskets I’ve seen!  Each basket was wonderfully detailed and carefully crafted.  Naturally I asked about who made them and the very nice lady in the booth told me that indeed, she had.  When I said that they were just exquisite, she actually blushed.  Clearly she was pleased, but by way of demonstrating my sincerity, I promptly bought all she had in the size I needed.  And I couldn’t be happier about that!

    Walking through the remainder of the fair (and what a fair! bluegrass and bagpipes! not at the same time – I don’t know if I’d enjoy that – but the entertainment was great) folks were stopping me right and left to admire my pretty baskets, laced up my arms and held every which way.

    So.  No more made-in-china baskets.  Now, when you get a picnic lunch here, you’ll have a hand-crafted basket, lovingly created by a local artisan.  And Miss Laura Ann has burned her initials on the bottom corner of each one: her signature.  All the baskets are different, with painted flowers, or braided rope, but all the ones I got have the curled wood at the top, which the artist told me is called a tulip edge.  I got completely distracted by that, and we had a nice long conversation about tulips vs lilies vs iris.  I probably thought of ‘iris’ because she had a whole row of them worked into one basket in a beautiful blue.  Not quite a violet blue, but more like a periwinkle.  Like an iris would be.  The little Siberian iris, not the bearded ones – those come in oh so many beautiful colors, not just periwinkle blue.  I couldn’t get that one because it wasn’t nearly big enough, but oh I did love the Siberian Iris blue colored tulip edge!  See there?  Distracted.

    These are a generous 15×12 and 9 inches tall (plus the handle) and nice and sturdy, so they can hold a healthy-sized picnic lunch, complete with a pie.  I do love finding a whole entire pie in the bottom of a picnic basket, don’t you?  I mean, that could be distracting for anybody, not just me…

    And you can take home your hand-crafted Appalachian artwork basket to enjoy for years.  That’s right.  Years.

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  • Trout Fishing – complete with rod & reel and mini-tackle box with lures $5

    This is just a marvelous program – North Carolina Wildlife Resources has a Mountain Heritage Trout Waters program that makes it a piece o’ cake for you to fish for trout while you’re staying with us!  Three miles of hatchery-supported trout stream in Maggie Valley have been designated for fishing within this program, and $5 gets you a three-day license. 

    No rod & reel?  No problem!  They have loaners.  And every registrant receives a first-time gift of a mini-tackle box with assorted lures.

    All the information is right here, and you can even buy your license online.
    http://www.ncwildlife.org/Fishing/LearnResources/Programs/MountainHeritageTroutWatersProgram.aspx

    If you’d rather wait ’til you arrive, the Maggie Valley Chamber of Commerce is just down the road, and you can get ’em there, too.

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  • Casa Blanca – queen of the lilies

    Casa Blanca – queen of the lilies

    The first of the Casa Blancas has bloomed – I always hold my breath, waiting for these regal beauties.  There’s nothing quite like the pure white blooms, so much larger than any other flower I’ve grown.  And the scent is divine!

    I took the photo below this morning, unretouched, and the white of the lily set the blue sky so deep it’s surreal.

    Casa Blanca Lily at Timberwolf Creek Cabins, Maggie Valley NC

     

    And this – well.  This is another angle that just rocked my little world….

    Casa Blanca Lily profile, at Timberwolf Creek Cabins, Maggie Valley NC

     

    I’m trying to figure out this whole word-press blog, thing, so bear with me… but I’mpretty sure that you can click the images for a larger version.  We’ll see…

    And while this one may have been overshadowed by the arrival of the Casa Blanca, it’s still every bit as welcome.  Say hello to the Gold Band Lily.

    Gold Band lily, at Timberwolf Creek Cabins, Maggie Valley NC

     

    Still more to come…

     

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  • Hello, July!  The daylilies have arrived!

    Hello, July! The daylilies have arrived!

    This is the Saratoga Peach – isn’t she a beauty?

    Saratoga Peach Daylily at Timberwolf Creek in Maggie Valley NC
    Saratoga Peach Daylily at Timberwolf Creek in Maggie Valley NC

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  • Painting Lilies

    Painting Lilies

    Palest Yellow Lilies
    I don’t know the name of these exquisite beauties…

    But I know this:  if you could be in charge of painting all the lilies, and
    you had a pure white lily and a bit of gold and cadmium yellow paints,
    this would be your masterpiece.

    Barely Yellow Lilies, at Timberwolf Creek

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  • Lilies and more lilies

    Lilies and more lilies

    It’s time for lilies!
    The first day of summer brings us oodles of the beautiful red Monte Negro asiatic lily…

    Over the years, I’ve probably planted a thousand lilies at Timberwolf Creek,
    and the red ones just blow me away – none more than the Monte Negro.  Enjoy!

    Timberwolf Creek red asiatic lily Monte Negro

    And here she is, with all her pretty little friends…

    Red flowers are such show-offs.  “Look at me!”
    I don’t mind obliging.

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  • Lily du Jour

    Lily du Jour

    A close up of Timberwolf Creek’s asiatic lily ‘Butter Pixie’

    Today, allow me to present, for your viewing pleasure, the Asiatic lily named “Butter Pixie”. She melts my heart.

    Timberwolf Creek Lily – Asiatic – ‘Butter Pixie’

    She’s awfully pretty.

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  • Guest Blogger? How about Guest Poet…

    This poem was in the room journal, left by our guests this weekend.  Made me all misty!  But I ask you, how wonderful is this?

    Sh.. I have a secret
    That I just have to tell
    I met a fairy godmother
    Into the rabbit hole I fell.

    She welcomed me with open arms,
    And a beautifully mischievous grin.
    Then with a wave of her wand,
    Showed me where dreams begin.

    It was a pretty little cottage,
    Nestled daintily in the trees,
    Quietly offering sanctuary;
    A haven for a soul in need.

    From the first moment I entered
    And stepped through the front door,
    The feeling of home and comfort
    Seeped from every pore.

    The cheery crackle of the fireplace,
    And the soothing rush of the stream,
    Invited the body to rest and relax,
    And encouraged the soul to dream.

    And oh my! The fairy godmother knows all!
    And her wedding fairy sees too!
    Dreams never spoken
    Somehow come true.

    Waving away worries with a magical wand
    In her magic I should trust,
    And believe in a world filled
    With love and magical fairy dust.

    What more can a bride ask for
    Than for a fairy godmother and her crew
    To treat her like a princess
    And make her dreams come true?

    Of course this would be true,
    How could it be any other way?
    When a fairy godmother waves her wand
    Poof! A beautifully perfect stay.

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  • Appalachian Mountains? Smokies? Blue Ridge?


    We are, according to the USGS (United States Geological Survey, the official mapping service of the federal government) in both the Appalachian mountains and the Blue Ridge Mountains, which are part of the Appalachians.

    The Great Smoky Mountains is a national park.  While we are not physically in the park, we are colloquially in the Smoky Mountains.  (USGS actually refers to our area as the Appalachian Blue Ridge.)  For instance, Dolly Parton is ‘from the Smoky Mountains’ and sings ‘Smoky Mountain music’ and has an album called ‘A Smoky Mountain Christmas’.  None of these refer to the national park, but rather this particular region of the Appalachian Blue Ridge, which is in immediate proximity to the borders of that which Roosevelt declared a national park.

    We are, legitimately, in: the Smoky Mountains, the Blue Ridge Mountains, and the Appalachian Mountains, simultaneously.

    This also gives credence to why the Appalachian Trail passes by us, from Georgia on its way north, and also the Blue Ridge Parkway’s immediate presence.

    So, Great Smoky Mountains, Blue Ridge Mountains, Appalachian Mountains… it all comes together for you here at Timberwolf Creek.

    Glad I could help sort that out for you.  😉

     

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