Stuck on the side of the Whiskey Mountain: Hiawassee, GA

We had quite the adventure this Christmas. We rented a pet-friendly cabin in the mountains near Hiawassee for a couple of nights. Turns out the cabin was on the mountain right behind the Brasstown Manor retirement home where my Mom lives. Going up the mountain when there was no snow on the road was a bit treacherous because the road, appropriately named Mountain Road, was narrow and full of hairpin curves. Coming down the mountain with a few inches of snow on the ground on Christmas morning was a little more treacherous, but not as bad as might be expected, thanks to Pippi, AWD Outback.

Going back up the mountain after eating breakfast with Mom was quite exciting. After spinning to a halt in Pippi on one of the tightest curves and looking at my partner in life's adventures (who was born in Florida and lived most of her life in Mississippi) and saying "What do I do now?" I managed to continue up the mountain another 1/2 mile or so to our cabin.

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But the next trip up the mountain, a few hours later, was not quite as successful. About three more inches had fallen (for a total of around 7 or 8 at this point) and the road under the snow had turned to ice. After sliding into a ditch, getting out, almost sliding off the mountain, sliding into the ditch again, and getting out again, I finally managed to back the car into this tucked away corner.

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After almost going over the steep side of the road, I was too frazzled to think to carry my camera up the mountain to the cabin for more photos. But when I got back down to the car I did take these.

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Cindy Brown

I'm an Atlanta wedding photographer who takes soulful, quirky and honest photos ...

I'm also an adventurous traveler and all-round nerd. I love to hike with my beagle/cattle dog Roux and best friend/spouse.

I was born in Atlanta, moved around a lot--30 cities and 5 states--and then came back.

After graduating from the Art Institute of Atlanta, I took a job at asmall newspaper in south Georgia, where I photographedhospital teas, pecan farmers, and beauty queens.

I photographed a biker funeral, death penalty protests andTed Bundy while interning with the Associated Press.

While a photographer for two dailies in Florida, I photographed Ronald Reagan, a train derailment and the dedication of a screened-in porch.

An unexpected life turn took me to Vermont where I fell in love with Bernie Sanders and on to Indiana, where I edited photos for a major daily, and nerded out getting a master’s and PhD.

After teaching photojournalism at colleges and universities in Florida, Indiana and Mississippi, I returned to Atlanta to earn myfifth degree--a Master's of Divinity.

My passion for storytelling with my camera and my interest in religious diversity led my to the field of wedding photojournalism.

I have documented weddings large and small, Unitarian and Pagan, indoors and out, Christian and Muslim, in backyards and in churches. The most exotic wedding I have photographed took place in Mexico and was officiated by aMayan shaman.

When I'm not photographing weddings, portraits or corporate events, I work on personal photo projects, visit friends in amemory-care home, and volunteer at a recovery center.