alex sattler photography

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Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

I am haunted by waters.

 — (Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It)

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Steel Blue ||

Took to the back roads of Tennessee the other morning and found myself caught in a massive fog bank rolling in from Norris Lake down into the river below. It was probably in the teens as far as temperature goes and I couldn’t feel my finger clicking the camera shutter by the end, but my God was it worth it. 

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Blue Ridge Boys || Boone, N.C. 

Spent this past weekend camping and exploring the hidden slice of Appalachia paradise that is Boone, NC. Falling in love with the south one mountain town at a time.