Let us introduce ourselves!

We are, clockwise, Jerry, Carrie, Allen and Ann.  We have been into photography for 30 years. Jerry worked for Eastman Kodak for 34 years before he retired to start a Family-owned business called PENJACC PRODUCTIONS. Jerry is a graduate of The New York Institute of Photography. Carrie and Jerry were born in The highlands of Virginia, (in places called Crackersneck and Corn Valley, honestly folks), and have lived in Kingsport, in the northeastern corner of Tennessee, for over 60 years.
Ann, their daughter, was living in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, before she was recruited as a business representative.  Ann now owns the business after she bought the business from her father.
Allen worked, at one time for a computer company.  He and his wife, Nicole Paavola Penley, are now long distance truck drivers. They also work with the family in special photographic events.

Our photography has been used by New York Institute of Photography  (in their training videos) to teach their students the many ways and nuances of taking excellent nature photographs.  Our nature photographs have also been featured on the Internet by different companies.

Jerry is in the process of writing a photography / travel / trip mileage book on the local history and places that can be found in the Blue Ridge / Appalachian Mountains of Virginia, Tennessee and North Carolina.

Besides being old ridgerunners, we also have a considerable amount of Cherokee Indian and Scots-Irish blood flowing through our veins.  The heritage of the Scottish-Irish highlanders and the heritage of Indian blood can then, understandably, explain why we love these mountains so much.

We have fished the backwoods streams and the beautiful lakes, hunted for squirrel, rabbit, deer, and grouse in the magnificent forests, and have done our share of camping along the way.  We have gold-panned in the mountain streams of North Carolina and spent more years than I care to think about tracing our family histories back to 1120 A.D.  We have been members of the Tennessee Archaeological Society for over thirty years.  Today, we do our hunting with our cameras since we sell our photography.

One of my ancestors, John Walker, born in Scotland, died on the waters of the Clinch River in the year 1774 in what is now Scott County, Virginia.

My wife's ancestral history in this area goes back to the 1700s  in southwest Virginia and western North Carolina.  Grist mills and millers figure prominently into my wife's ancestry.  From as early as 1790, the Dennys have owned grist mills and operated them.

It is possible that you may see us somewhere on a ridge top, or on a stream that is quietly running down through a hollow, or in a ditch beside a dirt road looking at a possible photograph.  If you do, please be warned; we love to talk and you may find it hard to get away because we can "talk yore leg off."

These mountains are part of my wife and I.  Our ancestors blood and sweat have mixed with the ground.  These mountains have nourished us in the past and today we must help the mountains maintain their wilderness and pristine beauty in our world.

I hope that I have showed you why we are so enthusiastic and so involved with these mountains.  If the spells of these mountains ever get hold of you, they will hold you forever!!

I have one major suggestion to make to you this week that might help you find some very good subjects for your photographic hobby.

As Bob Heafner, publisher of the Mountain Laurel Magazine, so eloquently says: "Never take the main roads, they're the future with their stores, offices and service stations. Always travel the backroads. You can see the future tomorrow but backroads are the past and someday they may be gone. On backroads you can see old weathered barns with wagons and horse drawn hay rakes. There are meadows fenced with old chestnut rails and creeks that bubble and cascade over rocks that have never known pollution. There's a part of our heritage on our backroads that no pen or camera will ever capture. There are cows wading in a creek, sharing a 'deep hole' with native trout.  You may have to stop occasionally to let a mother grouse herd her little ones across the road or a deer might stop grazing in a roadside meadow long enough to watch you go by.

The old timer you'll pass will throw up his hand and if you've got time, he'll stop and talk 'a spell.'

You'll not get anywhere in a hurry on a back road, but only the future's in a hurry.  Backroads are part of the past and what they offer most is time, time to enjoy the present and get a glimpse of times gone by."

We have been into genealogy for 37 years now.  Our genealogy may be found elsewhere on this web site.

We hope you enjoy our web site as you travel down the corridors of our web.

I have a thought I would like to leave with you:  "God made the Heavens and the Earth in six days, and on the seventh day He rested.  He rested in the Blue Ridge and Appalachian Mountains, because as the Master Builder, He made them so majestic and exceptionally  beautiful."