My impressions of Asheville on a particular Saturday in November.
I’m new to Asheville. Well, not entirely new. I have been coming up to these mountains all my life, so I am familiar with a great many things about them. But I have never lived up here before. So I suppose I should say I’m a new resident of the Asheville area.
I felt that disclaimer was important because I used to live in Atlanta before I moved up here. In Atlanta everyone wants to live in the cool/hip/trendy areas, so even if they live 50 miles outside of Atlanta, they’ll STILL say they live in Atlanta. Truth to tell, Atlanta sprawls so far now it’s hard to tell where it ends and Tennessee begins.
I currently live in Mars Hill in a log house on the side of a mountain with ridiculous views. Ridiculous I tell you. I could bore you silly with photo after photo I’ve taken from our front deck. The mountains on a misty morning. The mountains on a sunny day. The mountains in summer. The mountains in autumn. The mountains at sunset. The mountains at sunrise. Wait. Who am I kidding? I’m seldom up before 8 am.
I’ve been tromping around town with camera in hand for a few months, but haven’t posted any photos yet. Like most creatives, I’ve got more images than I’ll ever be able to display in 10 lifetimes. So my mental wheels start grinding and I can’t decide which images to show. Should it be a theme? If so, which theme? Windows? People? Store fronts? Found objects? A season? You can see how this could amuse me for hours, and yet produce nothing of note.
So, in the spirit of JUST DO IT, I’ve decided to just post some images I took while walking around downtown this past Saturday with my partner and her sister. Let’s just call it A Little Slice of Asheville, images with my particular slant on things.