Well, I finally moved to my new digs. In walking distance from school and very convenient. All the comforts of home (i.e. as rustic as my place) with the added pleasure of beautiful view including grazing goats. This place has the same quality of peacefulness that the barn studio had, where I painted all those strange landscapes. Just like there, all I want to do is sit quietly and gaze out the window. I don't even want to put on music - just like at the barn. Here, though, the spanish moss waves gently in the breeze (though I hear this town is the hottest place on earth in summer and I'm sure to find out what it's like without the breeze).
Anyway, just wanted to give you an image to hold in your mind when you wonder where I am. I'm looking forward to hearing/seeing the Sandhill Cranes again in the morning, and to exploring the 21,000 acre nature/wildlife preserve at the edge of this property. You can see it in the photo - it's the opening behind the field where the goats are.
(these are the view from the window, scent of billygoat in the breeze)
Oh, and one sunset image from my last evening at the beach.
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