Golf and a Campfire

2/22/13 Friday at Lakehills, TX (Medina Lake Campground-TT)

John got up early and went golfing with Sherie, so they were gone until 2 pm. There are very tame black tailed deer here, so I got to enjoy them grazing as I walked to the bathroom. I even saw a buck. No pictures because of course I wasn’t carrying my camera. I took my time with breakfast, dishes and laundry, then was at the lodge to post prior blogs by 8:45 am. Due to slow Internet access, I got a lot of reading done while my computer struggled to load each photo. It was 1:30 pm before I decided to quit. Karen came over around noon and visited the last while. Then I bolted down a sandwich and off we went hiking on a neat forest trail in this campground. We were surrounded by juniper and live oak trees. Karen explained that they call them live oak because they stay green/alive all year, at least a little.  There even was a holly tree, something I’d never heard of.


Trail. I love trees – their fresh smells, their quiet sheltering.






We came upon a historical building that had been moved from the bottom of Medina Lake in 1912, just before the Lake was created. It’s got a plaque about the brothers who lived here with large farm lands, but it’s in such disrepair that it’s not habitable now.

When we got back to our campsites John and Sherie had been back from golfing for about 45 minutes. John had bought some hardware while gone and was just finished with fixing the “fender” problem on Miss Zanzibar. He’d repaired the cable eyelet this morning before he’d left. What a guy! The weather had been cool and windy for all of us in the morning, but lovely warm now, so after awhile we went in search of the hot tub. There was no one else there. We did enjoy the relaxing heat for 45 minutes when a lady came. Yes, someone to talk to! Another 45 minutes flew by, then we got out. Poor John had left his shorts in the car, so I volunteered to bring them to him after I’d showered. When I finished, there he was outside, wrapped in a towel from the waist down, waiting for me to get his shorts! Funny guy.

Back at camp John baked fish fillets (I’d forgotten to thaw my fish) for us from his stash. We skipped washing dishes so we could join Karen and Sherie at their camp fire. What a wonder night – the flames, gentle conversation and drinks. As we waited for the embers to die, we saw the moonlight (almost full moon) was making the ash appear a very light blue. It was hard to leave, but eventually we left for our homes and went straight to bed.


About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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