How It Started
My heart danced from the shore of the Elk River to the mountain-hedged golden hour to the heights of Lover’s Lane on a recent, rare anniversary trip with my husband, our first visit to Webster Springs in 9 years.
With every pause to take pictures, an idea flickered across the hills then waved my way then completely stopped me in my tracks. And at the Hamrick Barn just outside of Webster Springs, this page, this undertaking, this passion on paper (or screen) was born.
As someone who can never have enough naming opportunities, naming this page was more of a struggle than I thought it would be, but once it was settled, so was I. It was a gradual thought but a fast decision. And here we are.
There is so much to celebrate and marvel at and relive about my favorite town, but we’re going to take it one square at a time and delight in every minute of it.
As with all things I launch myself into, I don’t know why I didn’t think to do this sooner. But this idea appeared out of the valley air right exactly when it was supposed to. And I hope you’re as eager to follow along as I am thrilled to lead the way.
Let there be beauty and history and music and poetry and all the ways to possibly cram the magic of Webster Springs into the four walls of a screen. If only the river air could be added to the journey.