At the beginning of the memory card in my camera I have some photos of our Christmas tree while I was in the process of decorating it. In the middle are photos we took during the Thanksgiving holiday. At the end of it there are some photos of the decorations and lights we have outside.
Now logically one would think the thing to do would be to start at the beginning, but logic has never been one of my strong suits. So I’m going to straight to the middle and show you some photos with tiny little stories attached. What can I say? In the South we love to tell stories.
Let’s begin in the middle.
This is a photo of the front of Biltmore House taken from the front lawn. This was Thanksgiving Day and there were lots of people who, like us, thought it was a nice day to stroll the grounds. See that guy right slap in the middle of the photo with his back towards the camera? That’s my husband. He’s taking a photo of a couple as a favor – just one of many little gestures of goodwill he’ll engage in when the opportunity arises.
But you know what? What goes around comes around and sometime later we crossed paths with a gentleman who offered to take our photo. It was entirely his idea but he seemed to know just the right place for a good shot. So this is the two of us in front of Biltmore. I thought we might add the caption “Our Summer Home” but then I don’t think many of our friends would believe it. Oh, and you can see the special Christmas tree in the background there that I mentioned in my last post. It was huge!
Not only did the gentleman take our photo, he told us where to go on the property for some really nice perspectives of Biltmore. Our philosophy when given unsolicited generously offered advice is to check it out. So that’s what we did to get the following photo of the back of Biltmore. Can you imagine what this would look like in the spring when the trees are green and full of leaves? Or the fall when the colors are brilliant? I do believe we might have to see if we can arrange that.
Now Sebastian had been very patient throughout our visit. He had been stuffed in a camera bag, a purse and a coat pocket. Never one word of complaint. (He made me say that.) In order to make some effort to compensate him, I decided we could probably add to his collection of tree photos. He’s very good at sitting in trees. Maybe even an expert.
Then once he had taken a few deep breaths of that fresh mountain air, he wouldn’t go back in a pocket for anything. Here’s his “I was there” photo. It was a beautiful day to be out – not too hot, not too cold – pretty amazing weather for the mountains at the end of November.
And finally, at Sebastian’s insistence we have a mini photo essay. First there is Sebastian sitting in a decorative stone detail on a railing. This photo captures his personality so well – pensive, sweet and brown.
Then we have a shot taken just a little further back. He wanted you to see more of the design at this particular spot.
Then we have a picture taken even further back – diminutive little guy, isn’t he?
I’m signing off with this photo taken on the way to the gardens. I love the perspective, the shadows and the bench just off to the left there. Maybe if (Sebastian says “when”) we return in the spring we shall sit on that bench in the shade of the vines in full bloom.