There are many things I thought about sharing that could tell you so much about my little corner of the world. When I first moved here 38 years ago, the local growers of Italian descent were famous for their sweet onions. They still grow them, but the wineries are now the tourist draw. Perhaps people grab a bag of onions when they are in season to compliment their wine purchases. That thought makes me giggle.
The rolling wheat fields are picturesque and for many years the backbone of our agricultural economy.
There's the state penitentiary on the hill that houses many guests who would prefer to be somewhere far away.
One university and two colleges keep the town filled with energy in learning, music, and art. One can't walk down the street without being influenced by the culture of youth.
But, the one thing that stands tall above them all are the beautiful Blue Mountains. They are the arms of the seasons that wrap us in their ever changing embrace. They are the giver of streams of living water flowing through the lush valley. They roll their foothills out as a green carpet entrance to any and all who would venture up and in.
The Blues define my valley.
I present to you slide show of photos I've taken over the past few years.
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