Watercolors? Not Really.

Wanna see what I've been doing? Well, will you just take a peek? I've been doing some "digital tomfoolery" with some photos I took. It's been fun and I kinda' like the results! I'm going to use these "watercolors" on some notecards and give them as gifts.

Asheville, Here I Come!

Just decided to go to Asheville the weekend of August 4 and 5 to take a polymer clay workshop with Kim Cavender. Kim, who has proclaimed that lime green is the new neutral (and after I spent so much time retraining myself when Sherill Kahn proclaimed violet as the new neutral), will be teaching two workshops: one day of caning and one day of non-caning (which means I'm not sure just what the second day will be!). The plan right now, and we all know what happens when we plan, is that St. Gene and I will drive up Friday night after work, spend all day Saturday being tourists, go to dinner with the workshop attendees (yes, St. Gene will be going to the dinner) and then I will take the Sunday portion of the workshop. St. Gene will be on his own. I told you in my profile the man was a saint, but a man who will spend an evening with a group of polymer clay artists he doesn't know and then find ways to enjoy himself on a Sunday in a town he doesn't know is truly a SAINT and needs to be referred to as one. Sure glad I grabbed him up while he was still available. His kind don't come around too often! The workshop should be great fun. I love the BRPCG folks and I love Kim Cavender (and I love St. Gene, too). So, Asheville, here we come.

Happy Birthday, America!

How blessed we are to be Americans.

I spent most of my day hiking (ok, wandering) around Sweetwater Creek State Park taking pictures of the ruins of an old textile mill that was burned by Sherman on his "March through Georgia". The mill, which made uniforms for the Confederate soldiers, was burned on the direct orders of General Sherman and all of the mill workers, mostly women and older children, were rounded up and taken prisoner and moved to prisons in more northerly states. Many of them were never able to return to their homes and families in Georgia. A very thought-provoking place to be on a very throught-provoking day. "Memories" of these kinds of events are hurtful, but I am reminded often how glad I am that we are still "One Nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." We're not a perfect nation, but we try. And we still hold these truths to be self-evident, that everyone is created "by their maker with certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness."