Where I live in the southwest corner of Appalachia, there are many deep, narrow, verdant canyons carved by streams into the stone of the vast Cumberland Plateau. To feed the hunger of the industrial revolution these wild, exquisite, secret places were first stripped bare of their timber, then the rock and soil were broken and delved so their coal and metal could be taken. To haul all this out from far back in those winding gorges, small rail lines were cut, snaking along and across the once crystalline waters. But these veins of industry were abandoned long ago, and Nature has reclaimed most of what is hers. You can still find a few crumbling and moss-covered rock walls, bits of twisted iron peeking out here and there, and remnant anchors marring the face of boulders where rail bridges once crossed the streams.
Those are all that remain, nothing more.
Presented in a stunning hand crafted traditional float frame, with 14k gold water gilded inner crown accentuated by a dark finish over a warm reddish bole.