On a most beautiful spring day, I was to meet the TN WILD hiking group on a combined hike that I had been looking forward to. It was an urban hike along the Riverwalk and then, after approximately seven miles, we would take in the Hunter Museum. The idea was to talk about landscapes and our perceptions with what we know and see versus how certain artists create beyond what we would expect.
My friend Hollie Berry was going; it would be fun to go on another outing together. I have passed the Hunter a bazillion times and have even photographed it from the Walnut Street Bridge, but I had never been. That’s right. I have lived here for 30 years and I still have not done everything in Chattanooga there is to do.
A lot of that stems from revolving my life around others during the first half of