These Hills and Hollers

Whenever we come to my parents house, my mom asks me if there's anything I'd like to do while we're in for the visit. Me and Jonathan are pretty low-key people so I usually don't make any huge requests, but this time I did. I told mom that I wanted to be outside, to drive somewhere beautiful with family and just enjoy it.

And that's exactly what we did. 

I've seen a lot of America in my life. From Chicago, to Gettysburg, to Orlando, to San Antonio, to Destin, to Washington D.C, to New York City. I've been to all those wonderful places but I can say that I honestly, truly love the mountains best. I would live in them everyday if I could. There's just something about seeing a jagged, smokey-blue horizon that settles my spirit. Maybe it's my dad's love of them, or that I've spent hours hiking and exploring them myself over the years. Maybe it's the way they inspire and make me feel small and close to God's glory all at once. 

So go ahead, take some time and enjoy these pictures we had the privilege to capture while in Tennessee. And yes, it's ok to laugh at the silly antics of all the crazy Bailey's too ;)

Grateful to have a dad that taught me to love photography and the mountains. 

Bailey women.

I love him more and more.

 Every time we go to Tennessee, I see these hazy blue peaks rising faithful on the horizon and sigh contented. It's like greeting old friends. The scent of adventure and untamed wild swells my heart and widens my eyes. I feel it in my soul and I believe God fashioned parts of His creation to do just this. To steal our breath and touch our soul.

He wants us to see that we are very, very small.
 He wants us to know His glory. 
He wants us to know Him.