Day 78 was a fairly rough day. It started out well enough and went into a valley at right around noon when the popcorn machine that we borrowed from my mother died at the library. Then it proceeded to dip further when Bob called and told me that his transmission, yes, the transmission that had us all twisted for 5 months, decided to take a poop as well. I was “in. a. mood.” for the rest of my work day and ended up leaving at 4:oo pm to go to find out what I could about Bob’s car. A new transmission is being ordered and should be here this coming week and Bob will be driving a loaner. The popcorn machine is on hiatus until I buy Mom a new one (grrrrrrrr!)
But there is always the upside hill to every valley. When I got home, Bob, Michael and I all went to dinner and Fiesta Mexicana for the first time and I had the most fabulous BLUE margarita ever! I do not as a rule drink, but decided to indulge in one drink tonight. WOW! It sure packed a punch! We ended up heading to the bowling alley and I actually bowled 3 games- all under 100 because I am such a power bowler. I never ended up getting a photo tonight so I am posting one of my favorites from Wednesday night – my favorite bend in the river. Such peace for my soul…. Just looking at this photo is balm for my battered spirits.
Day 53 had too many photos to possibly choose from – Okay, I did choose but everything else is sitting in an album to to uploaded to my facebook page for sharing with family and friends. Beautiful sun-filled day on the St. Joe today at the campsite. We just headed out to have our first cook out of the season and my peaceful place left me refreshed and ready for the new week. Bliss.
Under the Bridge...Day 3 - I decided to go down a familiar path with a different point of view. I drive over this little bridge often and usually look in the other direction at the curve of the creek as it winds around the patches of water grass. I walked down a rocky path to the water edge and looked at around. The birds perched on the cat tails lining the banks were tempting and the contrast of light and dark made the bridge pilings look delectable. But the surface of the water ended up having the stronger call today.
I crouched down in the mud, letting my camera strap drag along, put the camera setting on sunset for a richer color and snapped a few shots with varying angles. This was my favorite.
- Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. Henry David Thoreau ~~ When I turned in the other direction, I was struck by the reflection of trees on the water. The clouds overhead made for beautiful contrast with the dark and light. I just sharpened this one a bit with an unsharp mask and put a transparent gradient overlay on the water and toned it down to about 20%.