To ensure we didn’t sleep in too late, the house made plans to eat scones, drink coffee, and read the Sunday Times together. I love my life!
A friend hosted a small cookout Monday night, at a place he rents south of town. It’s a simple one-bedroom on the second flor of a barn-like structure. There might have been a sculpture studio on the first floor.
We all ate on his porch, throwing a bone for his dog (who was also named Maggie), watching the mountains fade and the fireflies appear as the night approached.
It was’t too bad.
The first time I visited the Swannanoa mansion, it was the middle of the night. A car-full of friends had wanted to watch the stars from the Blue Ridge Parkway, and we took a quick detour to see this crazy, run-down, potentially haunted palace. The stories we were told while driving up the narrow, winding driveway were creepy enough to keep me locked inside the car, but I was still hopeful that one of these days I’d make it back for one of their tours.
I spent a few hours on the property this spring, with some other photographers, setting up a styled shoot. The house is much less-scary in the daylight! Here are a few stories about the property. Does anyone want to visit with me on the 27th?