My name is Heather.
Artist. Photographer. Explorer. Nature lover. Anti coal activist. Bone collector.

I spend my time exploring and studying the Appalachian Mountains. A vast region, often overlooked, but home to some of the most beautiful and lush forests in the world. I am in love with the wilderness, it is my home, my peace, and what keeps me sane. I make my living as an artist, selling jewelry and other creations. I live a very free lifestyle... outside the lines society has drawn for us. THIS is the society that I love and respect.

*All photos in this blog are my own.

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Surrendering to the Unknown
Mountain Wilderness
Strange Garden
Living Among the Trees
Redeem the Mountains


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Connect yourself with the earth… lose the shoes. (;

Connect yourself with the earth… lose the shoes. (;

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"I love not man the less, but nature more." -George Gordon Byron

"I love not man the less, but nature more." 
-George Gordon Byron

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Balance, and a bit of strength. Had fun chilln’ above a huge crevice. (:

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My heart sank when I saw yellow feathers littering the street. Anyone who knows me could tell you about my love for birds, they are my weakness. If I were an animal, I would be a bird, I feel such a connection with them. With an aching heart,  I took his soft body into my hands, still warm. A deep sadness always comes over me when I see such a lovely creature dead in the road. Animals are so precious to me… far beyond any words I could write. I felt I had to show my love an respect for him.

We were on our way to my friend Jerry’s house nearby, so I took the bird with me. Jerry didn’t know quite what to think when I showed up with dead bird, although I don’t think he was much surprised. All my friends are pretty used to my fascination with dead things.

It started pouring the rain, and sunlight was starting to fade. I quickly began collecting flowers for the bird. There wasn’t much to choose from in this city environment, mainly leafy plants. This resulted in me picking nearly every clover bloom in Jerry’s yard. No one knew exactly what I was doing, and I’m sure I looked quite crazy running around in the rain picking clovers frantically heh. I even robbed some flowers from the neighbors. 

I made a pretty little arrangement to commemorate this beautiful bird. Usually I make such displays more extravagant, but I had to work with what I had. I didn’t have my yard full of flowers and ferns to work with. But, during the whole process, I realized all that wasn’t important. Showing respect was the only priority. I surrounded him with plants from where he once lived, he was a city bird, I’m sure he enjoyed his life here. It all fell into place quite well.

I started out with heavy heart, and felt nearly as broken as the bird itself. But throughout the process of collecting flowers and plants, dancing barefoot in the rain, and arranging everything… a weight was lifted from me. I had done my part, and I felt great joy in knowing that. I was thankful for the opportunity to touch such a gorgeous animal, and to shower him in love, even in death. Thankful to be able to return him to the earth, where he may rest. May flowers grow from his heart. (:

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New forest crown coming to my shop soon! (: I seriously feel like a woodland princess wearing this! IN LOVE. Can’t wait to share it with you guys! (:

New forest crown coming to my shop soon! (: I seriously feel like a woodland princess wearing this! IN LOVE. Can’t wait to share it with you guys! (:

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All the light and energy in this photo captures just how wonderful I was feeling! In the forest, I am alive. (:

All the light and energy in this photo captures just how wonderful I was feeling! In the forest, I am alive. (:

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