Well, the best laid plans, right? I planned on going into Maggie Valley, my town, and snap great photos of doors and windows; however, I never drove down my mountain at all -- yes, the "Deadline" keeps me focused and in my chair. In fact, one of the windows I snapped is the window I can look out as I write - it's too hazy and bright in the photo to see the long view of the Great Smoky Mountains, and can barely, if any, see the ridgetops across the cove.
I will be in Asheville this morning as a speaker at the Asheville Writing Enthusiasts meeting, and hope to drive through Maggie Valley proper and snap all manner of photos...I hope.
For now, what I did was rush through my little log house and snap my back door and my front screen door and some windows -- oh, I should be ashamed to post them, so hurridly I took them and so awful they turned out, but at least I get my Friday Shoot Outs, even if it's a Saturday. By one of the front door screens that I half cut off, you can see our walking sticks . . . been a while since I walked up, way way up, using my carved bear-head walking stick. It has a little leather bag attached to it where I have a buckeye and a little stone, and where I can place some other small thing I may find. GMR's hat waits on the hook - it's a homemade hanger for our stick and his hat, made from a branch and pieces of twig. I stopped walking way up after my old girl Kayla died, but maybe now that Maggie Lou has settled in and is well, we'll take those walks up up again.
In one, you can see in the window reflection that I am still in my robe . . . teehee . . . haven't even finished my Deep Creek Blend coffee.
Now, on to work before I need to drive into Asheville. Ta-ta! Have a wonderful weekend!