Perhaps we shouldn't call it art camp. There are only two of us -- my friend, Kate, and me. There wouldn't be room for more. And it's not at a camp, it's at my cottage. But art -- yes, loads of art. And walking, swimming, reading, eating, talking... all that. And more art.
We took off on a Saturday morning and eleven days later rolled into home, just in time to vote in the primary. In between, non-stop art and fun.
Our venue, the cottage, offered a ringside seat to perfect sunsets. The water was warm enough for a good swim. And the weather divine.
Time for super photo-ops!
Well, most of the time it was divine! One big storm added to the sound effects and gloom, but then we take to the books! (This was taken from the porch and with the zoom so funky screen action going on here!
After, big puddles. And mosquitoes on our walks!
Our friend, Gretchen, who lives in nearby Mancelona, came over one day for lunch and chat.
There were a few homely activities to tend to -- a tree was uprooted and needed to be removed. The tree-guy's truck "ate it" in a heartbeat. Hard to believe this tall tree could be fed into this reasonably small truck!
And when my neighbor saw me working on getting weeds out of the beach, he offered some assistance. Big assistance!
Look, mom! No weeds!
We had some wonderful dinners, overloading on salads made with greens and produce from the farmer's market and loads of fruit, especially the beloved black cherries!
And a little wine, of course!
And if we were ever lacking on conversation (and we weren't) Lizzie was happy to chip in.
There were walks. Kate is hard core! I didn't go her miles but I gave it my best shot.
And we saw plenty of nature (to come) but this "sneak preview" of fall was a little disconcerting.
But mostly, it was all about the art. Kate was hard at work for her 2019 Calendar (it has an October printing date. Yikes!)
For me, finishing old projects.
Starting new ones.
And loads more to come!
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