2/22/15 Sunday in Wildwood, FL (Alliance Coach: Repairs)
My best night yet, feel like I’ve turned a corner. After breakfast we went grocery shopping, then watched some DVR tapes including a Gonzaga vs St. Mary’s game. That was a close shave. Gonzaga was behind until the very end when we pulled ahead. Sort of like when we played Arizona except we’d been ahead and they managed to squeak a win out of the overtime.
It was such a beautiful day, I sat in the shade of our backyard tree, reading while John watched the Daytona 500. I guess it was a great race, as those things go. Then he watched golf, even after supper… (am I patient or what?). Oh, we were so enjoying our afternoon that we forgot, until after 2, that we’d planned to go to Mass at 2 since it was the least crowded. Guess we can figure out why it’s less crowded.
As I was taking my shower this evening, the water stopped running down the drain. Oops-guess we’d overrun our gray tank. Knowing it was reading full, I’d not washed our dishes, so they had to sit until tomorrow when we visit the dump site.
Scene from our dump spot
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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