Magical. It’s the only word that I can use to describe my morning shoot on top of Clingmans Dome. It’s believed that this is the Old Smoky that the Weaver’s sang about back in the 50’s. I can see why it merited its’ own song. The view alone is stunning but as the sun begins to warm the air around the mountain peaks the clouds come alive and begin to dance and swirl as if they were alive. I was truly on top of old smoky.
