The day before we met Westelle, we were in Nashville with two broken cameras and managed to track down a Canon specialist. The Canon specialist was Gary, and while he didn’t manage to fix the cameras, he fixed us up with his mother Westelle, muffin maker extraordinaire. The following day Gary collected us in his red Jeep and we drove out into the hills between the November trees in an incredible palette of yellow, orange and red, in and out of small towns, past enormous churches and most notably a sign praising ‘God, family & chicken nuggets’.
