It wasn't a great day, but at least I was afforded the opportunity to walk around Bass Lake in Blowing Rock at the almost peak of the season. I'm not sure how any being could walk along the maple-lined yellow tunnels and not be struck with the awe at the season's colors. Really. Yet, one grumpy old man walked his old lady 'round the lane without cracking a smile. He held her hand the way a rottweiler walks his master. He saw my camera and high-tailed his way towards me barking orders not to take his photo. I looked at him and asked, " Why on Earth would I take your photo when your blushing bride is so lovely framed against the golden leaves?"
I got a grumble from him and a subtle Mono Lisa-esque smile from her. This is not the couple. ***cough cough***
