I never tire of the views from this little house in rural Virginia.
And even now, after so many years and so many pictures, there are still moments when I feel compelled once again to try to capture the beauty of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
The Blue Ridge is sometimes shrouded in mist or covered in snow, or blue against the sky, or blanketed in fog, and always stunning.
The snow was clearing a few days ago here in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.
And it was one of those days when I simply had to get one more picture.