Farmer’s Market in Bar Harbor

6/29/14 Sunday in Bar Harbor, ME (Mt. Desert Narrows Camping Resort-RCG)

After a leisurely morning we drove to the Bar Harbor Farmer’s Market (take Rt 3 to Main St, turn right going to the end at the YMCA parking lot). 9am to noon on Sundays. Beautiful produce and the best priced seafood. The latter is in a small truck at the back of the stalls. We were told by locals to come before 9 to get your fish because it’s so fresh and reasonably priced.  Since we had to stay after our shopping for 11 am Mass, we thought it wouldn’t be wise to buy fish that had to stay in our car. As it was I got strawberries, lettuce and a jar of marinara. They managed to survive the wait.  Those strawberries were so red and flavorful.

church

Holy Redeemer Church in Bar Harbor looks really old, built of very thick blocks. Their music is a flutist, an organist along with the cantor and 2 other singers. Wonder if this is a pattern in Maine to have a limited number  in the choir, as well as to include a flute player.  I think it encourages the congregation to sing so I like it.

Back at home we enjoyed cheese sandwiches and worked on our lap tops during the heat of the day in air conditioned comfort. Thought it wise to avoid those crowds in the park this day. As I got the blog posted for yesterday John figured out the solution to Problem 3 (brake light): he just needed to tighten the bulb he’d put in!

Later in the afternoon John watched golf on TV while I visited with Lily. After supper we took a nice walk across the street from our campground, along an unused road in the woods, thus no mosquitoes. Guess they don’t like to travel by asphalt!

 

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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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