A tongue-in-cheek narrative to grabbing some shots of my land on its eastern-side.

The higher mountain beauty

The wonders of the East Meadow flora and fauna

Beware the industry over the ridge...

We keep color and beauty on this side...

The roads there are rocky and worn; supply specialized and overhead

Even the blurry distance has industrial antennae and the castles of the owners...

The middlelands, sparse, rocky, inhospitable

Those who come from over the ridge often get lost longing

And still some don't make it in the eastern field