On a trip through the little towns around Knoxville, my friend stopped at a gas station. Getting out of the car to get something to drink I saw two men sitting at a table next to the door.
My first thought was to ask them whether I could take a photo of them, but it just did not seem to be the right moment to do so.
While waiting and still hoping for a chance to take a photo, a tiny little dog came around the corner and jumped right into the lap of one of the men.
The right moment had come. “What a nice little dog”, I said. Followed by: “May I take a photo?”
They agreed and I took a photo.
Knowing that the time window for taking this photo was about to close, I did not ask them to turn the cup a bit so one could read what it said: “Freedom. USA”