It has now been one year and nine days since I have visited a sunrise, or a sunset, in the New River Gorge. Over four years it consumed a year of my life, most of my money and all of my heart. My 45,000 images from this place are a record of pleasures both gross and sublime. There is nowhere in the Gorge that I have not been...I know it well, it knows me. But it has had enough with me. And I with it. My self-imposed exile, difficult at first, now runs automatic...I seldom think of this place...actually, I think of it often it's just that I don't consider going there. Next year it will be full of Boy Scouts...or Corn Flakes, I forget which. Whatever.
I'm quite sure I make no sense whatsoever.
No worries...just look at the image.