Sandy, you'll appreciate this story, then, if you don't already know it.

There was a well-known photographer living down there, and he was on visiting terms with a local family, an elderly couple. One day, as he approached the door, he saw that the lady of the house was on her knees, apron on, bandana over her hair, scrubbing the stone doorstep. The mountain backdrop there is awesome, the house was old and quaint, the woman old fashioned and picturesque - no photographer could have resisted! He snapped the picture.

Well! The indignation of the lady in question knew no bounds! How dare he take her picture when she was in such a state! In her housework clothes! A kerchief on! On her knees with a scrub brush and bucket no less!

I believe it was years before she forgave him and he was welcome in their home again.