Lake Lanier

Decided to visit Lake Lanier today. When we reached, it was probably the worst time for a photograph. The light was dull and flat, the sky was overcast with a film of thin grey cloud and when the sun did arrive turning the sky blue, it was a fairly strong midday sun. But if I say it was beautiful, that would be an understatement. As we moved towards the countryside, the houses got more spaced out, there were these neat letterboxes lining the rolling streets... every bit of it was like a picture postcard.

I will remember the crunchy leaves beneath our steps, some twirling as they fell from above joining the crowded slopes and the absolute silence through which music arrived floating across the lake... I will also remember the singer, sitting on a corner all alone, strumming his guitar to the tune of some country music. The rich people were there too at the restaurant by the beach, waiting to hop into their boats for a round of the lake. Sitting on the table overlooking the lake, having a rather good meal, listening to good music was quite a moving experience. So was the ride around sunset when I returned, watching a large moon floating over the red trees. It's always been the small things that make me happy.

Larger may be better.