A Day to Catch Our Breath

11/21/13 Thursday at Yemassee, SC (The Oaks at Point South-TT/MA)

Slept in, wrote blog in the morning while John watched TV. After lunch we went to the Old Sheldon Church. Before we could leave, note how the leaf doesn’t want John to go. This is the second time this has happened here.

IMG_4228 Car leaf

Beware, you can point your GPS to Old Sheldon Church Rd, but it’s just 1.5 miles from the intersection of Alternate 17 and Old Sheldon Church Rd (county 21), near Yemassee. Keep your eyes out for the brick columns on the north side because there’s not much in the way of signage. Where you do see “No Parking” signs along the road is another clue. You can park across from the building though. The serene, majestic stance of these ruins reminded both of us of Windsor Ruins – on the Natchez Trace, north of Natchez State Park and south of Vicksburg. Posted on April 13, 2013.

IMG_4229  21 IMG_4231 sign IMG_4235 bricks IMG_4237 Sheldon 1 IMG_4239 Sheldon 2 IMG_4243 Sheldon 3 IMG_4250 Sheldon 4 IMG_4252 Sheldon 5 IMG_4256 Sheldon 6 IMG_4258 Sheldon 7 IMG_4261 Sheldon 8 IMG_4265 Sheldon 9 IMG_4266 Sheldon 10

Next up: Yemassee Post Office. We saw a sign for “Village Post Office” /Flea Market. That was just a place for supplies and where you can drop off your mail. The GPS and road signs took us to a brick building that could have been a Post Office, but is was empty. Later we found it, a mobile van. This was necessary because the real post office had developed terrible mold.

IMG_4268 PO 1 IMG_4271 PO 2

We then searched for a Yemassee General Store for milk, found it but they didn’t have any then. Bummer. So we figured we could manage without rather than spend fuel and time driving to Beaufort. Back at home we spent the rest of the afternoon on the Internet.

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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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