"The brook would lose its song if we removed the rocks."
It was a cold, overcast, and there was snow on the ground that March day I moved to the Ozarks. Leaving the warm spring of Galveston, Texas wearing only a tee shirt, I wasn't a happy camper. Little did I know it would be one of the best days of my life.
I fell in love with the Ozarks. I love its rugged hills, valleys and crystal-clear streams. I love its clear blue sky and it's green, green forests. The Ozarks molded me, intoxicated me, and seduced me. I’ve moved around, but I’ve never moved out of the Ozarks. I never will.
I’ve been photographing, painting and drawing the Ozarks since my high school years. Now I want to share it with you. Join me on a journey, both back in time and into the future, as I share with you "The Incredible Ozarks" in future blog posts, on my website and through social media.
Let' start the adventure in the Richland Creek Wilderness area, a truly a wild place, a narrow valley filled with gigantic boulders, waterfalls, hardwood forests and most important, a wild clear running creek that flows most of the year. It is located in the southern Arkansas Ozarks, south of the Buffalo National River. It flows north and empties into the Buffalo River at “The Narrows”
near Pindall, Arkansas. The headwaters of Richland Creek is a true wilderness area, one of the few left in middle America.