America Reawakening—the Beauty in Rising From the Ashes
What would it look like to show an entire nation come awake—like the first moments of the anesthesia wearing off?
For the Love of the Blues—an Ode to Home in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Must be the way Virginia’s still in my voice—fermented like a glass of Sweet Mountain Laurel unpredictably spilling and pooling around cadences that warrant a double take on this side of the continent.
