Wandering along the Blue Ridge Parkway I came upon a most beautiful unsuspecting creature. The Blue Ridge Sassenach cloaked in yellow brocade clothe brighter then the sun. She had appeared suddenly above the Haw Creek Overlook as the fullness of the sun broke over the valley. I asked her how she came to be in 2021 and she looked down at the Amethyst Point in her hand.
The story she relayed to me was eerie and enthralling. The crystal had apparently transported her through space and time... I love time travelogues and this fashionista seemed not a stranger but a familiar sentient being. She collided with the landscape, and was one with the natural world; she was a mother from the universe appearing to heal the landscape’s vibrations.
We have all experienced some type of time warp over the last year. The first year of the pandemic shifted our previous timelines. Netflix and Hulu inundated our subconscious and dream states. The storyline that enchanted me was that of Claire the English Sassenach who came to be living in Scotland 200 years before her original timeline. I had became #outlanderobsessed sometime in the Fall of 2019. My bestie and I started watching the Outlander STARZ television series based on the historical fantasy novels by American author Diana Gabaldon. The pandemic gave pause to the recording of the 6th season; sew after a dramatic 5th season cliffhanger, we were left in #droughtlander mode. After watching the series three times sequentially; I began reading the books to satiate my #outlanderobession The only way to quench my Outlander thirst was to capture in photographs the beautiful world that Diana’s story helped me create during the worst of times.
The words of Diana Gabaldon are concise and mysterious, her style is driven by her passion for historical and contemporary fusion of dialogue. Excerpts from Outlander Chapter II Standing Stones are presented as captions to our Blue Ridge Sassenach story. Enjoy!
“There was a deep humming noise coming from somewhere near at hand.”
“I thought there might be a beehive lodged in some crevice of the rock, and placed a hand on the stone in order to lean into the cleft.”
“The stone screamed. I backed away as fast as I could, moving so quickly that I tripped on the short turf and sat down
“I stared at the stone, sweating. I shook my head violently to clear it, but the noise went on.”
“I stumbled to my feet and staggered towards the edge of the circle.The sounds were all around me, making my teeth ache and my head spin. My vision began to blur.”
“I could say that my field of vision contracted to a single dark spot, then disappeared altogether, leaving not darkness, but a bright void.”
“I could say that I felt as though I were spinning, or as though I were being pulled inside out.”
“All these things are true, yet none of them conveys the sense I had of the complete disruption of being slammed very hard against something that wasn’t there.”
“The truth is that nothing moved, nothing changed , nothing whatever appeared to happen and yet I experienced a feeling of elemental terror so great that I lost all sense of who or what, or where I was.”
“I was in the heart of chaos, and no power of mind or body was of use against it.”
“I cannot really say I lost consciousness, but I was certainly not aware of myself for sometime.”
“I “woke, “if that’s the word, when I stumbled on a rock near the bottom of the hill.” The Blue Ridge Sassenach climbed aboard ARTeries Mobile Boutique thanks to model Cindy Bowen and photographer Morgan Ford.
We crossed the border and drove, days and nights, just sleeping in the art car all five of us, oh however did we do that? Meanwhile, I was all the time making art from miniature suitcase studios that traveled with us. The sketchbooks from that period are sand crusted , treasure troves of magical Mexican adventures. Now, we are preparing to build a mobile boutique to create a shoppe that will match the amazing stories of golden girls with amazing fashionable scores! Look for our new Golden Fashion Truck on the road in 2015!