I live alone. Going on a picnic alone, well or with your dog, is fine, but it doesn't leave too many photo ops. I had a beautiful early morning picnic over looking the ocean with my bagel and coffee. My dog didn't want any part of picnicking and waited in the car.
Oh Tula, picnics are supposed to be fun.
Basket, bagel, book, beautiful
The views were crystal clear and the morning air fresh.
At lunch time I went looking for places that I might like to have a picnic if I had someone to join me. I enjoyed my lunch at the library outdoor seating but it was a homely chicken sandwich and did not make good photo fodder. I thought sitting under the oaks might be lovely.
This evening I planned a picnic dinner for my Mom. She loved it as did I. But does dining on the deck at the table and chair set truly qualify as picnic? I guess so, if I'm the artist and I say that it does.