Hopefully I will pick up the pace and start concentrating on work.  I have still been doing very little work and a lot of everything else. 

On Monday, as I took my morning walk along the canal the light and the slack high tide were just beautiful.  Every house and boat were perfectly reflected in the water.  As I walked I lamented having not brought my camera.  I usually walk the half mile to the end of the canal and another half mile further before I turn around.  This time I turned around at the top end of the canal, walked home and got my camera, and returned to walk the canal again taking shots along the way.  Hopefully, there is at least one quilt to come out of all those shots.

I don't know about you but I take loads and loads of photos and they usually just sit in the camera for months.  Eventually my husband will empty the camera and load the pictures onto the computer and then in some very distant time  I look at the pictures. 

I have only made one quilt so far from all those thousands of photos.  I have painted a few, but not many.  One that I painted is a picture of a bay house.  Bay houses were built in the marshes off Long Island , probably in the 1920's or so.   At one time there were hundreds of them.  Clammers built them to live in for the warm months while they worked.  Now there are just a few left and they are mostly in very poor shape.  It is illegal to build them but the ones remaining can stay until the forces of nature bring them down.  Then they cannot be rebuilt.