Virtually everyone in my family has a great relationship with their television set. I, on the other hand, only watch two shows: Criminal Minds and Game of Thrones.
I love them so much, in fact, that I am two seasons behind on both. What can I say? I’m terrible at staring at a television screen for very long, no matter how much I love the characters and the great twists and turns in a well-thought-out plot.
Nevertheless, I’m just as excited about this Game of Thrones season finale as everyone else. I’ve been reading the books, in spite of my rebellion against the TV.
And now, I can finally spend the next few weeks trying to binge-watch my way back to updated status, without waiting with bated breath for the next episode to come out each week.
My best friend has already promised to disown me if I do not, and as our relationship has endured roughly 15 years of tough love, it’s one I intend to keep.
But earlier this year, long before Game of Thrones had people glued to their television screen to watch the plot thicken, boil, bubble, and unfold, Michael and I attended the Dogwood Festival at Piedmont Park. In fact, we went the very day we got back from our trip to Sweetwater Creek State Park.
There were many beautiful paintings and sculptures on display by brilliant artists who must have spent decades honing their craft. They sat patiently while crowds of people traversed the walkways, examining their wares and commenting on how remarkable everything looked.
The Broke Life
Quite a few pieces caught my eye, but as I later remarked:
Apparently, we’re much too poor to be sophisticated.
The cost of the artwork was in the hundreds, with a few select pieces ranging in the thousands. There was, however, one particular artist that really captured my attention and almost my money. It was a sculptor, who had made amazing items of dragons clawing their way out of eggs.
I had never seen anything like it and the price was reasonable and well worth it, too. Unfortunately, with all the money I was still setting aside for immigration fees at the time, it wasn’t a luxury I could afford to splurge on just yet.
Do you enjoy watching the Game of Thrones series too, or do you read the books? I’d love to hear from fellow fans about their thoughts on the world George Martin weaved for our entertainment.
And surely, I can’t be the only one who thinks Jon Snow is not Ned Stark’s son…
Check out the rest of the pictures we took at the festival, below.