Portland, ME: Casco Bay Bridge, Portland Head Lighthouse and Ram Island Ledge Light

6/20/14 Friday in Moody, ME (Moody Beach-TT/OW)

I spent the morning working on my blog. Some days I wonder if I should not do a daily one…. John spent it reading.

Ready for action after lunch: off to Portland, ME. We chose to take I-95 (including tolls) because the traffic made movement pretty slow on US 1 and that EZPass can spoil a person. Then the route our GPS gave had us crossing Casco Bay twice. First over the Veteran’s Memorial Bridge and next the Casco Bay Bridge. It was a drawbridge so of course we had to wait for a boat to travel through.

bridge 1 bridge 2

Another picturesque lighthouse of Maine; Portland Head and beyond it, Ram Island Ledge Light.

light 1 light 2 light 3 light 4 light 4a light 4b light 5 light 6

On our way home the bridge stayed down for us (Yay!). We made a detour to WalMart so I (Trish) could get my hair cut with the coupon that Susan had shared with me. John did some grocery shopping and it just worked out perfectly since he’d just returned from putting those groceries in the car to meet me leaving the “Smart Style” shop.

It felt like another big day (it took an hour to get to Portland), so we relaxed until supper. John fixed a dish he’s wanted for some time called Grandma’s Casserole (because she gave us the recipe). So simple: In a 9”X9” pan place 1 lb. Hamburger or ground turkey on bottom, then 1 can Cream of Mushroom soup, then ½-1 pkg of frozen vegetables, then the final layer is “Tator Tots”. Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour. We haven’t had this dish for ages because I can’t have potatoes. This time I indulged with 3 of the tots while John had a larger share on his portion. Yum!!!

Wonderful evening sharing around the campfire with Randy/Sheri and Bill/Susan.

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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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