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The long
awaited
coffee table
book, a
handsome
presentation
of Jim Gray
Artwork.
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Something old, something new... The old bridge in Emmerts Cove was here long before Jim Gray first painted the mountain streams. This is now the newest covered bridge in Tennessee, yet it evokes a sense of time gone by that is so in keeping with the wishes of the citizens of Pittman Center; that the mountain heritage be preserved. |
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The sights and smells of Autumn bring back memories. Long walks in the woods... new bales of hay... firewood, cut split and stacked for Winter.... piles of raked leaves to jump and roll in... and the good smells of things being baked in the kitchen. Autumn is still one of my favorite times of the year. |
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Autumn in Cades Cove. |
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For generations the foothills of East Tennessee have been utilized as fertile farmland and pasture. Fencerows established years ago mark the boundaries of rural fields that stand at the edges of both the Great Smoky Mountains National Park and the bustling gateway communities at its borders. The warm Autumn sun shines across this beautiful countryside and casts lengthening shadows as both the day and the year draw ever closer to another ending and the new beginning that will surely follow. |
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Jim revisits a favorite subject and finds that the first frost has set the autumn colors ablaze. The brilliant gold finch brings life to this peaceful setting and fills the air with his "Autumn Song". |
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| The light of a winter evening reflects in the still waters of McCaully branch as it passes the hay barn in Cades Cove. This section of the Great Smokies preserves a portion of the Park where man and nature found common ground for more than a century and both have flourished. A trip through Cades Cove this time of year brings to mind when holidays were celebrated in simpler, yet often more meaningful, ways. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The hush of fresh snow has settled across Cades Cove in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Hand split rail fences surround the homestead fields where generations were born, raised, and grew old. At almost any time, wildlife ranging from bear to chipmunks can be seen within the boundaries of the cove. On this day, with deep snow on the fields, the deer remain in the woods to browse on new bark and tender pine needles which are not so deeply covered. High in a barren tree, a lone hawk surveys his territory and serves as a reminder that we must each watch over this world in order that our children may also have such places of beauty to enjoy. |
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"His territory was the old Church Street Cemetery, in Mobile, Alabama. Mr. Tullis spent his days there strolling in the shade of the huge ancient oak trees, often stooping to pick up any litter that might mar the beauty of the place. He would sit for hours in the sun of the crisp Autumn days. Jim found him there one morning a few years ago. They sat and talked. Jim sketched and took a few photographs of the self appointed old Caretaker"". Jim recalls, ""He had a small Bible in his pocket and several rings on his fingers, a real character, full of yarns and home spun philosophy. You could tell the sun felt good on his back as we sat together."" A couple of years later, Jim ran across the sketches and photos... ""it was time to paint!"" The old man is gone now, but his spirit lives on with this painting.""" |
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