We started before dawn, coffee steaming in the cool air, and reached the ridge as the sky softened from slate to peach. The grass leaned with the wind, clouds slipped along the valleys, and the Smokies did what they always do—turned every small moment into something cinematic.
We walked, we laughed, we warmed our hands, then let the morning unfold: twirls in the tall grass, a quiet pause facing the mountains, and the kind of frames you only get when the sun breaks the horizon.
If you love movement and want photos that feel alive, this is the place. I’ll guide you with easy prompts, keep things relaxed, and chase the light together.