In a quiet shop behind his home in Chilhowie, Virginia, Randal Eller leans over a fiddle in progress. The light filters through sawdust in the air. The smell of applewood and beeswax fills the room. This is where music begins, not with a musician, but...
The first thing your eyes notice is the color. Greens and pinks rise to meet you, then blues, yellows, purples; a chorus of hues that dares you to look and keep looking. At first it’s the boldness. Then it’s the details. Every inch of space...
One crisp, clear morning in the deep woods of Southwest Virginia, Patty Younger walks in silence. She steps carefully over damp leaves and storm-tossed limbs, breathing in the scent of rain rising from the earth. Her fingers brush against a soft piece of oak, its...