RESTING ON A massive quartz limestone bed, the Ozarks plateau is one of the oldest mountain regions in North America. Blanketed in hardwood forest and riddled dark mysterious caves, the natural heritage of the region makes the Ozarks a magical place strangely unique in the United States.
by Joshua Heston
It is that time of year. Time to look at the cold blues, the browns, the grays, and hope for spring. Still, and yet, there’s beauty in a world stripped of brightness. A world tinged with frost. A world at times etched with shadow.
The burnt sienna grass in the grader ditches; dark cedar glades. And oaks painted an almost luminous red-brown. It’s beautiful stuff. But, like much of the Ozarks, it is a beauty you just have to slow down for a moment to appreciate it.
It is not postcard perfect beauty… no, it is a beauty that — to appreciate — you must get out of the house, out of the car and out of familiar comforts.
And then stop for a moment to see the world around us.
—from January 23, 2011, StateoftheOzarks Weekly, Issue 167
FROM SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
“That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Tho they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o’er-dusted.”
— Troilus and Cressida. Act 3; Sc. 3.