Salt Marsh and Chickens

12/8/13 Sunday at Woodbine, GA (Walkabout Camp and RV Park-RPI)

This morning we got to church despite the fact that all the GPS programs we tried couldn’t find it. John had looked it up on MS Streets and Trips so he knew enough to get us there. Funny priest, cracking little jokes often. Like inviting the “choir of angels” to join the “unwashed”-those of us not in the choir corner up front. He also noted that we would be celebrating the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, even though the USA bishops had requested 2nd Sunday in Advent be celebrated, “because I have you all gathered here today.”

We stopped for groceries on our way back home. I celebrated our gift of Wisconsin bacon with a BLT sandwich while John enjoyed his grilled tuna/cheese sandwich. He’d been hoping I’d forget my desire when we were shopping so he wouldn’t have to share the bacon. Hey, I took 3 pieces, he gets the last 4. That sounds fair to me. Although I suggested he sprinkle 1 of those 4 pieces in the omelet we plan to make for breakfast tomorrow.

Most of the afternoon we watched a tape of last night’s Gonzaga basketball game. They’re ranked 19 at the moment and won this game. Fun! This is the only sports team I follow. John spent the rest of the day watching golf and Seahawks football. Well, except for when I dragged him outside for a walk around the campground.

From our walk: Boardwalk to the salt marsh.

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There are about 15 chickens that wander around the place.

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John thought he’d give his basketball skills a try. I won’t say how many made it in the hoop.

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As you can see, it was a cloudy day, around 62 degrees, yet still much nicer than what most people have to suffer right now, so we’re very grateful.

 

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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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