California's upper Napa Valley is regarded by many as the premier wine-growing region in America. Producing vintages since 1850's, the mountain-ringed valleys studded with ancient oaks is the setting for several wineries that have been active for more than a century. "Up Valley" also has a rich pioneer heritage that extends beyond its famous vineyards and cellars. Home to some of California's earliest settlers and staging and recruiting area for the Bear Flag Revolt, the region was also home to California's first resort spas and a silver and cinnabar minig industry .
Photo of Mount Billy Mitchel, Alaska, United States
Living with Mountains
Once you have lived with mountains,
Under the benedictory pines
And deodars, near stars,
And a brighter moon,
With wood make smoke and mist,
Sweet smell of grass, dew lines
On spider-spun sun-kissed
Buttercup and vine;
Once you have lived with these,
Blessed God's favorite then,
You will return,
You will comeback
To touch the trees and grass,
And climb once more the windswpt mountain pass. Copyright Ruskin Bond, Tapas Guha
Edwards Creek, Gwynns Island Mathews County, Virginia, USA
Gwynn's is a large island just below the mouth of Virginia's Piankatank River between the York and Rappahannock Rivers. It is separated from the mainland by Milford Haven, which is crossed at its western end by a small swing bridge. At its lower end, Milford Haven empties into the Chesapeake above a spot known as Hole in the Wall
Viewing spring greenery, budding trees from the porch in the Smokies.
This photo is taken in the woods of Tennessee's Smoky Mountains. Smokies rise along the Tennessee- North Carolina border in the southeastern of the United States. Clingmans' Dome is the highest peak at 6643 ft above sea level.
Glowing sunset at Key West Island, This island is located on the Straits of Florida, on the North American continent at the tip of Florida Keys. USA. Main city is Key West, Florida. Total area 5.27 square miles. Solares Hill is the highest point at 18ft (5.5m)
Gathering firewood I enter mountain depths,
mountain depths rising creek beyond creek
choked with timbers of bridges in ruins.
and at dusk, scarce people grow scracer still.
Mountain wind sweeping through simple robes
my chant steady, I shoulder a light bundle,
watch smoke drift across open country home.
Tree Song On The Water
They teetered, happy on the brink.
But he rowed her across, singing
her a tree song, faint and fading
till they stepped out on a stone and waved
to us, symbolically.
Dizzy with wind-raked water, I sat
beneath a pine with a new grief.
A storm was blowing up like a rose.
A lady took me in to where the band
had begun again. I danced
unhappily to a worship tune
passing from aunt to aunt
like a recipe or new from home.
My father was the minister,
and he had left me there till four.
I had no watch. There were no clocks.
I looked toward the double doors.
The bride and groom burst in, the wind
and rain behind hem. Her tangled hair,
his rumpled shirt, almost untucked.
They had been running, Water wanted
to drown them, wind to strip from them
the mirror-work of calm love hummed.
For now, they'd won
by John Poch