While living in North Carolina you hear stories handed down from centuries before. If you listen closely, you can sometimes hear a repetitive subject in the stories. Whether you come from Native American heritage or your family comes from the British Isles, the stories are a part of who you are.
There is a well known lake around here that a lot of people visit. It crosses the state border with the Catawba River and a couple different counties. It's a must go place for fishing and boating. At one point I think they found alligators living in it for the first time in a long time.
Having relatives that live about 20 minutes away usually leads to a pleasant drive to go see them. When it is almost 3 am, however, it can be treacherous. The backroads at night are usually covered in deer or some other four legged mammal. There are no street lights and the only light you receive comes from either house lights or the moon. When it rains, you're basically making a fool-hardy trek to the unknown.
Once again the early 1900's building that holds my studio space has not let me down. It is currently 2:32pm in the dead of afternoon and while we are closed, I am not alone in here. There are at least 5 other artists present with me currently. With the construction going on in the upper and lower floors, there have been changes with how the building feels.
34 years of life below the Mason Dixon line leads to a lot of stories of old and new.