up upside or some sort of willy nilly so I apologize but me and technology have a love hate relationship that leans more towards hate most of the time.
Anyway, this is Crane Pond after one of the dozens of thunderstorms we've had this summer. The pond's more of a large puddle in the middle of the aptly named Little River. When it storms on hot humid days, the cold water rushing in from the mountains fills the pond and creates this lovely fog drifting across it.
It's been a year and it finally feels like I'm settling in. Driving past farms and fields seems normal, though tobacco plants are funny looking enough I still stare at them. ( Really, if you're not used to tobacco fields, they're vaguely alien looking. Or maybe I'm a little strange. You never know.) Living amongst people who make eye contact, open doors for strangers, and offer a "good morning" to anyone they walk by is a good thing.