I saw this old barn during an artist's retreat with our painting group, Pieces of Eight. My title is not very original but I can't think of a single clever thing to call it. I long to go on retreat with the Pieces of Eight again, if we ever get out of this pandemic.
I used to live in a pink house in Bermuda, and the address was Diamond Cottage on Suffering Lane. No house number, the houses just had names and the street name. The house was nice, but the pink was Pepto-Bismol pink. I like this pink house much better.
This beautiful sunrise was seen a block from the ocean. There's nothing like a Florida sunrise (except maybe a Florida sunset). Even when there is a spectacular sunset over the river, the colors are reflected onto the clouds over the ocean, which is also beautiful, just more pastel.
This photo reminds me of time spent on Elbow Cay in the Abacos Islands. No cars are allowed, and my daughter and I explored every square inch of the island. We even found an abandoned hotel. There were so many flowers blooming brilliantly in the little main street in town that my daughter called it Electric Avenue.