DAILY PHOTO: Church Near Tims Ford Lake

Taken in March of 2012 near Tims Ford State Park in Tennessee

DAILY PHOTO: The Lynchburg General Store

Taken Spring 2012

Taken Spring 2012

During Prohibition this general store is how the Daniel family made their living. It sits on the Lynchburg town square and is now mostly a souvenir shop. The distillers proudly proclaim that they only use each barrel once because by then the peak of it’s color and flavor attributes are used up. So there are a lot of barrels  to pile up. Some of them are sold to a Canadian whisky maker that is not so finicky. A few are included in the shipment to people who buy a whole barrel’s worth of whisky. Others get turned into anything imaginable and sold. They appear as garbage cans, decorative walls, containers, etc. The one thing they don’t sell in the shop is whiskey, because–ironically–it’s a dry county.

DAILY PHOTO: The Cohen Building in Nashville

The Cohen Building

The Cohen Building

The Cohen building is a meticulously restored historic building in Nashville, Tennessee. Today it is dwarfed by the adjacent buildings.

DAILY PHOTO: The Chattanooga Choo-choo

The Chattanooga Choo-choo

The Chattanooga Choo-choo

Yes, there is an actual Chattanooga Choo-choo. It sits outside a Holiday Inn off Market St. When we went (several years ago) there was a free electric shuttle that traveled down Market street from the Aquarium at one and to the Choo choo stop at the other.

Chattanooga has a beautiful downtown area.

DAILY PHOTO: Church at Tims Ford, Tennessee

On a cloudy night, this place would be CREEPY!

On a cloudy night, this place would be CREEPY!

Have you ever seen an idyllic, pristine setting, and thought, Under different circumstances this would be the perfect location for a horror film?

That was my feeling as I walked out of the woods and saw this solitary, white church and its graveyard on a hill in central nowhere (No offense, Tennessee.) Picture what this place would be like under a low, roiling, gray clouds. It’s spitting cold rain, the graveyard is leaf-strewn. From which grave will a clawing hand protrude? You don’t know. You don’t know.