Catching Our Breath

4/27/15 Monday in Cottonwood, AZ (Verde Valley-TT)

After our big day we slept in. I cleaned house while John cleaned the front levelers which he hadn’t bothered with while working on the rear ones. Already we have new neighbors blocking our view.

This afternoon I worked on our blog while John watched his TV shows. We visited Al/Dixie at their rig. We hadn’t seen them since we were last on the West Coast, about 3 years ago. After supper we took a nice long walk around the campground. Larry/Anita said there are so many trails in the area we could hike for 6 months without repeating a trail. As it happened, we’d met some other folks driving as we walked the campground road. Well, one of those cars had Janice/Diane! They’d been on their way to play pickleball. After their pickleball they stopped at our site to visit a bit and invite us to their site tomorrow evening, around their campfire. Finally, we enjoyed “Dancing With The Stars”

Some flowers from the painted desert/petrified forest:

desert flowers 2 desert flowers 3b desert flowers 4

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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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2 Responses to Catching Our Breath

  1. Judy says:

    In August 1980, driving from L.A. to Virginia for my first tenure-stream job, I began each day before sunrise (No a/c; and driving east into the sun). I stopped for breakfast at the petrified forest.

    • Patricia Elser says:

      So you must have eaten at the restaurant at the Visitor Center? I think the historic Harvey’s Inn was closed by then. Thanks for letting me know you like the labels on the photos. They take more time to do I have to post each such photo separately or the caption goes on all that I post at once.

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