morning at Lake Hartwell, a perfectly still, calm, chilly fall morning as I recall. I took this from the parking lot of my hotel before heading out to Pickens, South Carolina. My boss at the time was the wife of a vice president at Clemson University. I remember the tiger footprints painted on the roads near the campus. This would have been in the fall of 1995. I can't place the photo now. I find it quite surprising how things have changed. Now my camera would record the location for me and I'd use a navigation app to get me where I wanted to go. Back then I had some maps and some hand-written directions. I remember the paper cup of hotel coffee steaming away on the roof of the car as I took this photo, the sun rising to my left and the only occasional sound that of other guests leaving the hotel. I write this while listening to some music on my new Amazon Echo. ‘Alexa, what's a snack stadium?'
Morning at Lake Hartwell
