Taken in downtown Asheville, March 2008.
Taken in downtown Asheville. It was a very windy and cold day for us, but the skies were clear.
Inside some of the shopping areas. The interior reminded me of the main promenade on a cruise ship for some strange reason.
After my wife and I woke up and went swimming at the hotel, we hit the streets looking for breakfast. The tall buildings sucked the sharp, windy cold in to the bottom of the street and wouldn't let it go.
Another musically inclined street singer in downtown Asheville, NC. Almost as frequent as the art galleries and street artwork, were these people, trying to pick up a few extra bucks.
Who knew that The King was in downtown Asheville? I certainly didn't.
George Vanderbilt officially opened the home to friends and family on Christmas Eve in 1895. He had created a country retreat where he could pursue his passion for art, literature, and horticulture.
A classic car in a classic city. Both with a lot of wear and tear, but character.
Asheville was crowded, but not over-crowded. It still afforded people enough green space and quiet that you could actually sit down and think.
There were many homeless, all of which seemed to be musically gifted as just about all of them had a guitar. I like this shot as it shows just how opposite people can be.