No High Point Pictures

Last week I went to the furniture show in High Point.  I took a total of three photos.  Don't ask me why so few.  Perhaps I didn't see anything of interest.  Maybe there was not much new.  It could have been that I was focused on researching and studying the market because of a project I'm working on, but whatever the reason I rarely pulled my camera out of my pocket.  Several days later and now looking back I'm trying to remember what/if anything stuck with me.  There seemed to be a extreme amount of pillows and lots of framed things.  Also, going main stream seemed to be the Mary Macdonald/Kelly Wearstler L.A. English vibe - although the furniture component of that trend looked very cheap. The whole thing seemed to be very decorator instead of designer. 

I liked the dark gray walls and the arrangement of photos.

I was surprised to see this image in my camera when I got home. 
I don't know why I would have take a picture of this.
That's the ugliest lamp I've ever seen.

The photo sucks, but I love these KFC hanging fried chicken buckets.
If they weren't sold I'd consider replacing my expensive Matthew's fans
in my kitchen.

So instead of High Point you can look at what I did take pics of...

I made C go to Highpoint with me.  He thought it was one of the strangest places on earth.
I bribed him with a few days vacation.  However, there is nothing near Highpoint so we
drove to western North Carolina and took a leisurely drive down the Blueridge
Parkway.

Leave it to me to find an old white house.

It was some kind of visitor and folk art center.
There were lots of old people there.  The mountains seem to be
a gathering place for old people.

I wanted to drive.  C would not let me drive. 
(He has not recovered from our trip to Italy when I was in control of
the 5 speed Fiat through the Tuscan hillside. 
There were few guardrails and he closed his eyes most of the time.)

So no High Point pictures, but I got lots of pictures on mountains.

And more mountains.

Until finally I got bored and started taking pictures of my car in the mountains.

A lesbian ranger (redunant) told us about a beautiful waterfall.
She said it was only a short 100 yard hike.  She lied.
It was a short 100 yard hike to the beginning of the trail.
From there is was about 900 miles straight up to the
fucking waterfall.

But we did see beautiful scenery.

Which I guess was refreshing since my idea of a vacation usually involves
a tequila bar and a roulette wheel.

Waterfall.

We got back in the car and drove to Asheville. 
I'll tell more about that in the next posting.